"Sure! I love eating whatever you cook, Rose." Yerick hauled Steve up and cradled him in his arms. "Hey, little guy! Do you miss me?"

Steve suddenly raised a hand and hit Yerick's cheek in disdain, as if trying to push him away.

Yerick frowned. "Why did you hit me? Are you allowed to bully others just because you're small?"

Steve laughed and hit him again.

"Stevie, what are you doing?" Rosalie approached them. "No hitting. That's no good."

If he picked up the bad habit of hitting others even before he turned one, it would only get worse as he grew older.

"I think Stevie likes me. Children are often bolder around people they feel closer to. It's fine, he can hit me a few more times." Yerick didn't mind it at all. Steve was just an infant, so what did he have to fear? Would Steve devour him?

Yerick lifted Steve high, and Steve chuckled gleefully.

I'll go prepare the

him. "Rose, where

to. "He had something to attend to

that so? But Rose, how did you two get to know each other? He looks so frightening,

friend I got to know in Melrine. He's a

see," Yerick said as he glanced shiftily around the place. "Seems like

unsure if that was a mere passing remark or a deliberate question. She quickly put the bags down in the kitchen and said, "We're friends and he's very

treat him only as

you are my friends, and I treat all of you the

want you to be biased toward me. You know

before, but Rosalie didn't take him seriously. Yerick was a few years younger than her

awkward. Both of them

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