It was a peaceful afternoon at home until Minea’s sharp little eyes caught sight of something she didn’t like — Daddy was sitting in the corner, gently cuddling Mako. The soft way Daddy held Mako, patting his back and whispering to him, instantly sparked a fire inside Minea’s heart.
She froze for a moment, her tiny face tightening. Then, without warning, she stomped her feet on the floor, letting out a loud, high-pitched cry. Her tail twitched wildly, and her little hands clenched into fists. Daddy looked up in surprise, but before he could say a word, Minea rushed over, pushing herself right between him and Mako.
Her cries grew louder, almost like a battle call, as if she was declaring, “Daddy is mine!” She clung tightly to Daddy’s arm, glaring at Mako with an unmistakable look of rivalry. Mako, sweet and calm, didn’t seem to understand what was happening. He just blinked and snuggled closer to Daddy, which only made Minea even more furious.
Daddy tried to soothe her, gently rubbing her back and explaining that there was enough love for both of them. But Minea wasn’t ready to listen. She wanted all the attention right now — no sharing, no waiting. She pouted, whined, and even tried pulling Daddy’s shirt to get him to focus on her alone.
Finally, Daddy decided to scoop Minea into his lap alongside Mako. At first, she resisted, but as soon as she felt Daddy’s arms around her, her cries softened. She leaned her head against his chest, still keeping a side-eye on Mako, making sure he didn’t get more pats than her.
In the end, Daddy’s warmth calmed them both, though Minea silently promised herself she’d be the first in Daddy’s arms next time.
