Caroline ate her food contentedly, chuckling along to the show on the screen.The TV scene opened with an awkward silence between two characters sitting in a cozy living room, clearly in the midst of a tense, intellectual debate.
The woman, older and stern, adjusted her glasses as she studied the man sitting across from her—his posture rigid, his expression blank yet calculating.
"Do you ever experience emotional instability?" she asked, her tone clinical.
The young man blinked slowly as if computing the question. "No," he answered flatly. "My emotions are a well-regulated algorithm of efficiency. Anything else would be... illogical."
David chuckled. "Classic. He’s like a robot."
On the screen, the woman raised a brow, unmoved by the answer. "Fascinating. Your complete lack of empathy is both disturbing and—"
"—impressive," the young man cut in proudly. "It has saved me from countless awkward human interactions."
Noah smirked, leaning forward. "He’s so oblivious, it’s painful."
The camera zoomed in on the woman’s face as she tilted her head, studying him like a subject under a microscope.
"And yet," she began with deliberate slowness, "you remain utterly unaware of the subtle social cues that define relationships."
The young man straightened his glasses. "Of course. I don’t require such things. They’re inefficient, prone to error."
There was a long pause, tension building, and then the woman leaned forward, her voice lowering to a sharp whisper. "So... you’re essentially saying you’re incapable of understanding basic human affection?"
The young man blinked. "Correct. They are quite bizarre."
Without missing a beat, the woman nodded. "Ah. So you must be insufferable at parties."
The family burst into laughter, Emily nearly falling off the couch as she hugged her sides.
"Wait, wait, did she just roast him like that?" she giggled, wiping tears from her eyes.
David snorted. "That was cold, but she’s not wrong."
On the screen, the young man looked genuinely confused, his brows furrowing. "Insufferable? I simply avoid parties. Social gatherings are filled with trivialities, often meaningless—"
"—like this conversation?" the woman interjected with a dry tone, one brow raised.
Noah chuckled under his breath. "She’s not holding back."
The young man didn’t even flinch. "Precisely. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to return to my equations. They offer far more clarity than this... discussion."
The woman, still calm and composed, leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "Yes, I’m sure your equations provide excellent company. Very stimulating."
"More than humans, at least," the young man replied.
David grinned. "That’s it. Sheldon’s a lost cause."
Caroline laughed softly. "She’s trying to reach him, but he’s completely on a different planet."
After a while, Emily’s energy began to fade. Her eyelids drooped, and she yawned, stretching lazily on the couch.
"Goodnight, everyone," she mumbled, getting up and heading to her room.
"Goodnight, sweetie," Caroline called after her, while David waved, still half-watching the TV. Noah gave her a soft smile and a wave as she disappeared down the hallway.
Once Emily was gone, Noah shifted in his seat, turning to face his parents. "Mom, Dad," he began, his tone more serious. "I wanted to talk to you both about something."
Caroline, sensing the shift, immediately looked concerned. "What is it, Noah?"
Noah cleared his throat. "I’ve been thinking... I’m planning to move out. I’ve got some projects I’m working on with a friend, and honestly, it’s a bit far from here. The commute is becoming a hassle. I wanted to let you guys know and get your input before I make the final decision."
Caroline’s face fell, a mix of sadness and worry crossing her features. "But, Noah... Who’s going to cook for you? Who’s going to do the laundry?" Her voice wavered, betraying the anxiety behind her words.
Noah smiled, trying to ease her concerns. "Mom, I can cook. Honestly, I might even give you a run for your money in the kitchen."
Caroline narrowed her eyes, clearly not convinced. She ignored the comment for now, focusing on what she thought was more important. "Who’s this friend? Is he trustworthy?"
"Of course, Mom. He’s my business partner in the teahouse project. He’s reliable. You don’t need to worry."
David, who had been listening quietly, put a comforting hand on Caroline’s shoulder.
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"It’s alright, honey. Our son is old enough to make his own decisions. Plus, look at him—he’s determined. I think this is the right step for him."
Caroline glanced between David and Noah, her worry evident. But then, as if making up her mind, she turned back to Noah, her expression firm.
"Fine," she said, holding up a finger. "You said you’re a good cook, right?"
Noah blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in conversation. "Uh, yeah... I am."
Caroline’s eyes narrowed slightly, a playful challenge in her voice. "Then tomorrow morning, you and I will both make two dishes for breakfast. If your dish is good—really good—I’ll let you move out without giving you a hard time."
"But if it’s not up to standard..." She paused, leaning in closer. "You stay here. If you can’t cook, you’re not ready to live on your own."
Noah’s smile widened at the unexpected challenge. "Deal."
David chuckled softly, watching the exchange with amusement. "Looks like it’s going to be an interesting breakfast tomorrow."
With that, the conversation wound down, and Noah stood up. "Well, I’m heading to bed. Big day tomorrow," he said with a grin.
Caroline gave him one last look, clearly still processing everything. "Goodnight, Noah. Don’t think I’m going easy on you with the cooking tomorrow."
Noah smiled. "I wouldn’t expect you to, Mom. Goodnight."
He headed to his room, leaving Caroline and David alone in the living room.
After a few moments of silence, Caroline sighed.
"My baby boy is leaving us so soon," she murmured.
"I’ve watched him grow up for so long, and now..."
David reached over, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.
"That’s just how life is, kids grow up and leave the nest."
Caroline leaned into David’s shoulder, still feeling the sadness of the situation. "I know, but it just feels like it’s happening so fast."
David smiled gently. "And it’s not like he won’t visit us. I know Noah—he’ll be back here at least twice a week, probably more."
Caroline nodded, taking some comfort in David’s words. "You’re right. He’ll visit." seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling of change coming. She nestled closer to David, her head resting on his chest, and sighed again. "I just... I don’t know. I’ll miss him being around all the time."
David kissed the top of her head gently. "We’ll miss him, but we’ll be proud of him. He’s going to do great things, Caroline. We’ve done a good job raising him."
Caroline smiled softly, a tear forming in the corner of her eye as she hugged David tighter. "Yeah... we have."
The two of them lay there in silence for a while, holding each other, the reality of Noah’s departure sinking in. It wasn’t just that their son was moving out—it was the end of an era.
But it was also the start of something new, and they did not know what consequences it was going to bring to the world as a whole.
Eventually, they turned out the lights and settled into bed, Caroline’s head resting comfortably against David’s chest as sleep finally began to claim them both.