I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 358 Picnic

Dante walked in first, quietly scanning the small home with a calm but thoughtful expression. Sable followed closely, keeping his hands clasped behind his back. Lucien entered last, eyes bright with curiosity.

Alina’s heart fluttered wildly, but she forced herself to smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she closed the door gently behind them.

She offered them seats with a gentle gesture, and the three of them settled onto her small couch. Dante sat with quiet composure, Lucien perched neatly beside him with bright curious eyes, and Sable sat stiffly at the edge, trying not to swing his feet even though he clearly wanted to. Alina sat across from them, her knees lightly brushing the coffee table, and she smiled softly at Dante, still unable to believe these three had shown up at her home so early in the morning.

"So what brings you to my doorstep, sir?" she asked, trying to sound composed even though her heart was still fluttering from the surprise.

Dante shifted slightly, meeting her gaze with calm seriousness. "Miss Alina, you may call me Dante outside work," he said, his voice gentle in a way that always caught her off guard.

She blinked, cheeks warming a little. "Then you can call me Alina," she replied with a shy smile.

They had exchanged the same conversation once before at the hospital, yet somehow they always slipped back into formalities without meaning to. A part of her did not mind. In fact, the way he said Miss Alina with that calm, respectful tone was something she found unexpectedly sweet.

"Actually," Dante began, folding his hands over his knee, "I wanted to take my babies somewhere today, but I have no idea where I should take them. I came here to ask for your opinion."

Alina brightened immediately, her whole face softening with excitement. "That is a wonderful idea. You want to take them out for play? It should be something like a picnic, an amusement park, or simply a peaceful place where you can spend the day together."

The moment the word picnic left her mouth, Lucien’s eyes lit up like tiny lanterns. He sat forward eagerly, his little feet tapping against the floor. "Picnic?" he repeated, his voice filled with wonder.

Dante lowered his head slightly to look at his son, his expression melting into something tender. "You want to go on a picnic, little one?" he asked softly.

Lucien nodded so hard that his hair bounced. His eyes sparkled with excitement, his entire body practically vibrating with enthusiasm. Sable, who had been quiet until now, leaned forward as well, his face glowing with interest.

"Okay then," Dante said, smiling as he reached out to lightly pat both children on their heads. "I will take you both for a picnic." He knew what a picnic meant, but had never gone on one. Still, if his babies wanted to go, how could he reject the idea.

Alina chuckled at how instantly happy they looked. Her heart warmed as Lucien grabbed Sable’s hand, bouncing gently on the couch and whispering excitedly to him.

"That is wonderful," she said. "I am glad you are taking them."

Dante gave a small nod. "Thank you, Alina."

"Wait, sir..." Alina paused, lowering her hands as the thought hit her. "You need to prepare for a picnic. Were you planning to gather everything now?" she asked gently, her eyes widening a little as she looked at him sitting there with absolutely nothing in his hands.

Dante blinked once, completely calm. "No. I do not know what to prepare, and I did not think we needed anything." He spoke with such quiet honesty that it almost made her smile. "I was simply going to take them to the riverbank and let them eat there." His lips curved slightly, a soft chuckle escaping him at the simplicity of his plan.

Sable clapped his tiny hands excitedly the moment he heard the word riverbank, as if that alone guaranteed the greatest adventure known to wolves.

Alina stared at all three of them, then covered her face with her palm. "Dante, that is not how picnics are supposed to work," she groaned softly.

Dante, Lucien, and Sable all blinked at her at the exact same time, wearing matching confused expressions that made her laugh despite herself. Dante tilted his head in that calm, majestic way of his, Lucien leaned back to observe her with big curious eyes, and Sable peeked over the couch edge as if trying to understand which step they had missed.

"Not how it works?" Dante asked quietly, genuinely puzzled.

Alina sighed and lowered her hand as she looked at the three adorable faces staring at her. "No. Picnics need things, sir. Food packed in baskets, a blanket to sit on, drinks, snacks, something the kids will enjoy eating, maybe toys... and definitely not just walking to a riverbank with empty hands."

Lucien gasped softly as if this was a revelation. "Teacher packs picnics?" he asked with awe.

Sable nodded beside him, whispering, "Teacher full of secrets."

Dante looked between his children and Alina, then back at Alina again with the expression of a man just realizing he had planned to take two small children into the wilderness with no supplies at all.

"I see," he said slowly, his tone thoughtful. "That makes sense."

Alina could not help but laugh again, covering her mouth. "Sir, you cannot just decide to picnic without preparations. Especially with these two."

Lucien felt giddy as if being pointed at was an honor. Sable straightened his back and tried to look responsible, though his shadows danced around his feet with excitement.

Dante exhaled quietly, clearly amused at himself. "Then I believe I need your guidance, Alina. Will you show me what to prepare?"

Alina looked at him, at the hopeful eyes of the babies, and at Dante’s calm, quietly earnest expression.

Her heart melted completely.

"Alright," Alina said with a determined little smile, as if she had just accepted a heroic quest. She hurried into her room, the soft patter of her footsteps echoing down the hall, and returned carrying a pen and a small notebook tucked under her arm. She placed them gently in Dante’s hands, her expression serious in a way that made Lucien and Sable stare as if something important was about to begin.

Dante looked down at the notebook, then at the pen, then at Alina with the expression of a powerful king who had just been asked to solve a puzzle meant for preschoolers. Lucien tilted his small head, trying to decipher his father’s confusion. Sable leaned so far forward on the couch that his little feet almost left the floor.

"Sir," Alina said kindly, pointing at the notebook, "I will tell you the list. You will write everything down. Then your shadows can bring the items."

Understanding finally dawned on Dante’s face. He nodded with quiet composure. "I see. I will write."

Alina smiled gently. "Good. Ready?"