A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1499

From the moment Damian hit the terrible twos, Bernard found himself scheming like a cat burglar just to spend some alone time with Eleanor. His usual tactic was to lull the tyke to sleep and then whisk him away to dreamland. But like clockwork, it would take just one try before Damian would pop open his eyes and unleash his cries.

Craving the uninterrupted passion they once enjoyed, which often meant a good seven or eight rounds of unabashed romance, Bernard resorted to dropping the little brat off at Cedric’s place.

At first, Cedric didn’t mind playing the occasional babysitter. But after a while, he started to raise an eyebrow. Observing Bernard’s pattern, he realized Bernard’s libido was the reason behind these frequent visits. Damian was simply being offloaded for the sake of parental playtime.

Each time Bernard dropped off his son, Cedric found the perfect opportunity to rib him, though Bernard’s prepared. He’d plop Damian on the floor, spin on his heel, and exit without a backward glance.

However, this little boy found a way to deal with it.

Cedric would often recount how his two kids, couldn’t outwit or outfight Damian, who they dubbed ‘The Little Tyrant’. He drove them to tears daily with his mischief.

but Cedric soon found himself on the receiving end of the toddler’s

of mischief are we talking about?” Eleanor asked, ever the skeptic about her son’s

Uncle Cedric should hold him. Sure, the kid was a mere tot, light as a feather, but try cradling that bundle of energy all day, and even the strong Cedric couldn’t

his beloved tech research. His brain buzzed louder than a motherboard on overdrive.

her eyes, Damian was quiet but well-behaved, a sentiment Hailey shared. But Cedric insisted the boy was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, barely able to lift his arms from exhaustion, he slumped in his chair, casting

the table simply arched an eyebrow and laid a

Bernard enrolled Damian in preschool with the twins. The siblings were so terrified at the prospect of sharing a class with “The Little Tyrant” that they cried to switch

tie, his dark hair neatly combed back,

his good nature and encouraged the twins to bond with their cousin, even going so far as to put them together for naptime.

convince the adults, they huddled together under one blanket, peering out with wide eyes at Damian,