Maxwell Peary did not lose his temper, letting her crow triumphantly.
"Uncle, look how cute and kind I am. I'll give you one last treat."
She laughed happily. From now on, she'd call him Uncle and not do as he wished.
"Husband."
She called him in a soft, sweet voice, sticking out her little tongue triumphantly.
"Alright, hurry up and list them. Every name I've ever called you; don't miss a single one!"
He laughed meaningfully. This Rabina Mitchell was so kind; perhaps he should be a bit kinder too?
"Okay, Uncle, you've called me Nia."
"Mhm."
"Nia Mitchell."
"Mhm."
"Wife."
"Mhm."
"Mrs. Peary."
"Mhm."
"Baby."
"Mhm."
"Little Niece."
"Mhm."
Maxwell Peary nodded. Her memory wasn't bad.
"Is that all?"
Seeing her pause, Maxwell Peary looked at her with a smile.
Nia Mitchell paused for a moment. That was all, wasn't it? Had he called her anything else?
"That's all."
She looked confused and innocent. She only remembered these.
