Apple-Rings

Macau was on the phone the first time you poked your head in through the open doorway. The second time you looked in, he was hanging up the phone. The third, he was kneeling right in front of you. You let out a small squeak of surprise, stumbling backwards, only to be picked up by your father. "Why aren't you in bed?" "I couldn't sleep," you said, feeling slightly embarrassed. Macau laughed. "What's bothering you?" "I just missed you, I suppose." Macau couldn't help but smile at your cuteness. You hid your face in the sleeve of his shirt. "Well, I guess that you should go back to sleep," he said, yawning. "M'kay." Macau carried you back