Gohan looked up at his father and gave him a simple nod before he sat up, wrapped his arms around his father's neck and pressed into his chest. His cheeks were still stained and the pain was faint but there but the memory was fresh.
Rules were there for a reason and Daddy knew which ones to enforce.
Gohan was not looking forward to a repeat of that and made a mental note to avoid it at all costs.
But for now, he was content where he was, cradled in his father's arms and feeling just as loved as before, if not more.
Daddy wouldn't let anything happen to him, no matter what the cost.
That, he surmised, was worth this.
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