The Love that Never Really Dies

“Little Ian, you will be sharing a room with Matt from now on, okay? Vivi and Mommy will stay in the other room.”

“Okay.”

The little rascal had completely recovered and was sitting in the backseat as he hugged his brand new pajamas. His cool features could not contain his excitement and contentment at that moment.

His wish had always been that simple, and it was finally going to be fulfilled.

When Sasha caught his smile through the rearview mirror, she couldn’t help feeling ecstatic as well.

They soon reached the preschool and picked up the two other rascals., who were delighted when they got into the car and heard that their brother would be moving in with them.

“Yay! I love having Ian staying with us!”

Vivian had always been a lively and passionate kid, so she practically tackled Ian, wrapping her tiny, plump arms around him to welcome him in the warmest manner.

Matteo was just as excited.

However, he was still bothered by what had happened the previous night, so he held his brother’s hand and asked out of concern, “Ian, are you okay? What happened last night? Is it because—?”

Ian already had his head lowered before Matteo could finish his sentence.

His expression exuded a hint of guilt and panic as he did so.

Upon noticing that, Matteo didn’t say anything.

So my speculation is spot-on. He was deliberately putting on an act to prevent Mommy and Daddy from getting a divorce…

instantly. For a moment there, he was filled with conflicting

blamed Ian

Silly kid…

shoulder and comforted him, “It’ll be fine. I know you’re only doing this to prevent Mommy and Daddy

his head upon hearing

“Really?”

to discuss with you when I called you earlier. I don’t want them to get a divorce either, so I wanted to brainstorm some

to put Ian

resumed their usual playfulness. As always, Ian was sitting

they arrived at

new pajamas! Give

Ian

then. Shall

chiming in when she saw Matteo and Vivian fighting to

had never

help him with his things prompted him to dash

she watched

truly a

make the bed for her son, but she received a call before she could

“Hello?”

did you take Mr. Ian

around and took a glance at her eldest son, who was playing with the bedsheet’s packaging with his siblings before

to let Ian stay here for the night. Ian’s mood is a little

calling because Sebastian