The Returning Ex

This was indeed something that John would do.

Everyone got into the car with the driver, and John held the baby steady. The baby had been sleeping all along with his eyes closed, looking a little silly. John couldn’t hold back and bowed his head to kiss the baby.

Matilda smiled next to him. “You are behaving better than your dad. When I gave birth to you, your dad didn’t even dare to touch you. During the whole month, your dad never held you, saying that you were too soft, and he feared hurting you.”

Sophia couldn’t help laughing at the side. “I didn’t know that Dad is so cowardly when it comes to this.”

“Right?” Matilda continued, “You see, since this little boy right here was born, we’ve all taken turns holding him, but your dad still doesn’t dare to touch him. He asked me last night what it’s like to hold a baby, so I told him to try holding the baby today, but he didn’t dare at all.”

Sophia thought of when William was in the ward. Indeed, he only walked around the crib all the time and didn’t dare to touch or stroke, let alone hold the baby.

After thinking about it, Sophia said, “I saw Uncle Owen holding the baby the other day, and I felt that he was quite good at it.”

Matilda nodded. “Owen was very good to children back then. When Dylan was young, he took him wherever he went.”

up. “Yeah, I used to envy Dylan very much and thought that Uncle Owen was very

John’s words, she wanted to put in a good word for William. “Your dad is good to you too, but he is not very good at expressing it. In the

nervous about? I just agreed with what you

nodded. “I’m just siding with

that said, the others somehow felt that she was showing off her

Residence,

over to John and stared at the baby in his arms. The baby twisted his body, and

Mrs. Constance laughed. “Oh,

and helped Sophia. But Sophia did not want her help. Waving her hand, she said, “No need. I’m fine.” With that, she strode to the

following her into the main building. There was a baby crib in the living

was also a nursery

the baby was awake, the postnatal caregiver put him in the crib and lifted the quilt a little bit.

“This little boy

Constance was also watching by the