The Returning Ex

“Yes.” John went over to play with the baby. “When a child grows up, his father needs to be with him. This stage is critical.”

Sophia couldn’t bear to listen to his nonsense anymore, so she turned away to go and sit on the sofa.

Old Mrs. Constance looked at the baby and then at John. “Okay, okay. You’re a first-time father, so I understand how you feel.”

Laughing, John walked toward the dining hall with his arms around Old Mrs. Constance’s shoulders. “I’m thinking of finding some time to visit Grandpa’s grave and tell him the good news.”

Old Mrs. Constance nodded. “Yeah, I’ve thought about this too. Your grandfather will be very happy when he learns about this.”

On the sofa, Sophia was reminded of her own grandfather. She also remembered the hallucinations she had when she was in labor. It was etched in her mind that who she saw was her grandfather.

The old man was probably there to see her and her child.

After Sophia drank the soup, she followed everyone to the dining hall for breakfast.

The baby waved his arms alone in the crib in the living room without crying at all.

John seemed to be unable to bear the baby staying alone in the living room. After a few bites of food, John rushed out and carried him over.

him all the time. Children

If he clings to me, then I’ll hold him. I have a lot

novel experience to him, to the extent that he wished

then just let him hold the baby. In the future,

own son, so I’m happy

a few times next to him. “Look at him. It’s as if he is the only person

Mrs. Constance spoke up. “Before you chide your son, think about

the confinement period, Sophia felt quite content, but after a few days,

except eat and sleep every day. Life was even more boring than when

bed. She had wanted to

to watch TV downstairs, but Matilda had nagged her not

so she couldn’t

so she really didn’t know what

door to enter, holding a plate of fruits

over and looked at

then sat on the bed and ran his fingers through her hair. “Everything will be fine when the confinement period is over. Just bear

“I don’t