Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby
Chapter 85: A Day Together

Chapter 85: A Day Together

When Freya arrived at Ethan’s villa, she was practically glowing with joy. The bond between a father and daughter is universally special. Most fathers would go to any length to fulfil their daughter’s wishes... even to the extent of plucking the stars from the sky. Ethan was exactly that kind of father. He didn’t just want to give Freya what she wanted; he needed to, as if making up for the lost time they had spent apart. The years he missed, not being by her side, drove him to go the extra mile.

On the way to the villa, Ethan had practically bought every snack Freya pointed at. From sweet popcorn to sour candies, spicy chips to chocolate-dipped marshmallows... he got it all. And true to her promise, Freya began munching on them the moment they entered the villa.

Sitting comfortably on a sofa, with a colourful fantasy animation playing on the big screen, Freya was completely in her zone. She leaned against a cushion, her tiny feet dangling off the edge, her hands busy popping snacks into her mouth.

Ethan sat beside her, quietly watching her with a soft smile. Every few bites, Freya would offer him something from her treasure trove of treats. "Try this one, Daddy. It’s my favorite!" she chirped.

So, there they sat... one big and one small, bonding over snacks and animated animals. Freya was so caught up in the happiness of being at her daddy’s house that she forgot all the snack restrictions her mommy usually imposed. By the end of the movie, her belly was full and her eyelids heavy. She dozed off on the couch, hugging a half-eaten cookie.

Ethan smiled fondly, then gently lifted her in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her down on the soft mattress and pulled the comforter... one he had bought especially for Freya... over her small frame. She curled up like a kitten and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, Ethan dropped Freya off at school with a promise: "I’ll pick you up after school and take you somewhere special."

"Where?" she asked, eyes sparkling.

"You’ll see," he said with a wink.

And he kept his promise.

After school, Ethan took Freya to one of Manchester’s largest indoor amusement parks, Play Factore.

As they stepped inside, the scent of buttered popcorn, sweet bubblegum, and fried chips greeted them. Laughter echoed through the air, mingled with the cheerful chaos of music, buzzing games, and excited children. Freya immediately slipped her hand into her father’s, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Are we really going to play everything, Daddy?" she asked, practically bouncing in her sneakers.

Ethan smiled down at her. "You can try everything you want."

"Even the big slides? The vertical drop one?" she asked, pointing.

He raised an eyebrow. "If you’re brave enough."

"I was born brave!" she declared proudly, puffing up her tiny chest.

Their adventure began with the multi-level play frame. Freya raced through rope bridges, swirled through twisting tunnels, and zipped down spiral slides like a lightning bolt. Ethan tried his best to keep up, always just behind her.

"You’re too fast! Go slowly!" he called.

"Catch me if you can!" she giggled in reply, her voice echoing through the tunnels.

At the spiral slide, they launched themselves down side-by-side tubes, spinning through rings of neon lights. Freya screamed in pure delight. Ethan laughed freely... something he hadn’t done in a long time.

They hit the foam pit at the bottom with a gentle thud. Freya popped up, grinning. "Again!"

So they went again. And again. And again.

The ruthless CEO of Purplebricks Limited had temporarily turned into a carefree child, all because of the joy radiating from his daughter. The shadow guards, discreetly following from a distance, exchanged surprised looks. None of them had ever seen this side of him.

Then came the giant slide. Play Factore’s most popular attraction. But as they approached, a staff member gently stopped them.

"Sir, children need to meet the height requirement," he said kindly. "I think your daughter might be a little younger for this ride."

"What’s the requirement?" Ethan asked.

The man pointed to a sign. "Over 55 inches tall. You can measure her over there."

Ethan turned to Freya. "We can’t go on this one today, sweetheart. But we’ll come back when you’re tall enough."

Freya pouted but nodded reluctantly.

To cheer her up, Ethan led her to the zip line area. As he stared at the long cable stretching across the play zone, he hesitated. But Freya misunderstood his pause.

"Dad, don’t be scared. It’ll be fun," she said with an adorably serious face. She forgot her earlier disappointment.

"Oh, I’m terrified," Ethan said dramatically.

"Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll protect you," she promised.

His heart melted.

Freya climbed into her harness like a tiny professional. When it was her turn, she zoomed across the play area with a wild cry of joy, her ponytail streaming behind her like a superhero’s cape. Ethan gave the staff a thumbs-up and followed.

Later, they shared a pizza in the café area. Freya chose the toppings... extra cheese, no mushrooms. She was surprisingly good at ordering, having done it many times with her mommy.

Ethan gently wiped sauce from her cheek and asked, "So, what was your favourite part?"

Freya swung her legs under the table. "All of it."

Then she added, "Can we go to the climbing wall now?"

"Of course," Ethan nodded.

They tackled the wall like a team. Freya challenged Ethan to a race, and he played along, allowing her to win. She reached the top in record time and looked down proudly.

After that, they headed to the VR zone. This was Freya’s domain. She grabbed the controller like a pro and began leading the way... shooting aliens, solving puzzles, and dancing in mini-games.

"Daddy, go left!"

"No, that’s the wall!"

"Daddy, you’re so silly!"

Ethan laughed, genuinely enjoying his first VR experience under Freya’s enthusiastic coaching. She loved playing the teacher.

By the time they walked out of the park, the sky had turned a soft purple. Freya’s eyes drooped, but her smile remained.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Ethan asked as he carried her toward the car.

"The best," she murmured.

"But they didn’t let me go on the slide," she added with a pout.

"Don’t worry. We’ll slide next time," he promised.

"Really?"

"Really."

"When?"

"Next time we come here."

"Okay, Daddy. I believe you."

He buckled her into the car seat. As the car travelled through the glittering streets of Manchester, Freya leaned her head against his shoulder and fell asleep, her breaths even and peaceful.

Ethan glanced down at her sleeping face, his heart full. Today, she had simply been a child... happy, carefree, and loved.

When they arrived home, he gently carried her to her bed and tucked her in under the comforter. He kissed her forehead softly. After turning off the lights, he walked out of the room.