"Good Morning," Margot greeted me while preparing breakfast.

"Good morning," I greeted back and kissed her "And good morning, Umami." My son kicked as if to greet me back. I sat down and called Margot then hugged her stomach at the same time.

"Daddy will sing you again, daddy, right dad?"

"Of course, that's a daily routine," I said and started to sing. "Good morning, good morning, good morning how are you? Good morning, good morning, I'm fine thank you.'"

Margot laughed and Umami's kick intensified. At night, I sing to them twinkle-twinkle little stars before going to bed.

"Thank you, Jace." My forehead frowned.

"Where?"

"Because you make Umami...