Abigail smiled as she gave him a gentle shove. “Not afraid to be seen again?”
“Let them see,” Diarmuid growled.
Looking at him tenderly, Abigail leaned in to kiss his forehead. “You’re hurt, so get some rest. I’ll be right. back after checking on Tommy.”
“Okay,” he said softly.
Abigail headed out and returned to the mansion in a taxi.
Naturally, Mrs. Watson had been caring for Tommy meticulously. The baby could recognize faces now, and he was so happy to see Abigail that he flailed his hands for a hug.
Abigail did not, since she was still in her dirty clothes.
“Mommy needs a bath. I’ll be right back, okay?” she said as she headed to the shower, and Tommy started bawling because of that.
Abigail had to make the shower quick and pick him up, and he was still sniffling miserably in her arms.
Giving him a peck on the cheek, Abigail comforted him, “It’s alright, baby. Mommy’s here.
“Mah… Mee…” the baby blurted.
Abigail’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. “Did you just say ‘mommy’?”
It was almost unintelligible, but it did sound like ‘mommy’….
Her eyes welled with tears of excitement, and she showered Tommy with more kisses.
Oh, her little darling! Only mothers would understand how her spirits soared at that very moment!
Perhaps because he had been crying too hard, Tommy began to doze off in Abigail’s arms. Diarmuid was waiting for her at the hospital, so she had to carefully hand him over to Mrs. Watson again, who asked softly, “Are you going out again, Mrs. Althoff? What about your husband?”
“Something came up, so it will be a few days before he comes back. I’m counting on you to look after Tommy.”
“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Mrs. Watson assured her. “I won’t leave the house. I’ll ask Jimmy to buy anything we would need.”
Abigail nodded.
“Wargh!”
As if sensing that it was not Abigail holding him, Tommy started to bawl in Mrs. Watson’s arms. As such,
Abigail had to take him back, gently rocking him and coaxing him to sleep.
That took a long while, and two hours passed by the time Abigail got Diarmuid’s clothes and returned to the hospital. She took a taxi again, since she told Jimmy to stay and help Mrs. Watson with what she needed. When Abigail returned to Diarmuid’s ward, she found him lying on his side on his bed with his eyes closed.
Unsure if he was asleep, she tiptoed inside, but Diarmuid opened his eyes as she closed the door behind herself.
“Kept you waiting?” Abigail asked.
“Nope,” Diarmuid said as he sat up. “You were taking your time, though.”
“Tommy just said ‘mommy’, and was being a little clingy. Took me a while to coax him to sleep,” Abigail explained as she put down the bag she brought and took out the shirt, suit, and pants in it, placing them evenly on bed.
She then unbuttoned Diarmuid’s patient garb, gradually revealing his muscular chest.
Abigail kept her eyes fixed on him. “What are you going to do? Is it dangerous?”
Diarmuid met her gaze with seriousness. “Nope.”
Abigail was slightly relieved, and eventually stripped off his garb to help put on his shirt, looking just like a domestic goddess as she slowly buttoned it, caring meticulously for her husband!
Diarmuid liked it… but suddenly caught her hand.
Abigail asked, “What?”
“Nothing,” Diarmuid replied as he released her.
“You have to stand up now,” she told him-or she would otherwise not be able to take off his pants. Diarmuid was stupefied.
Although he had always been in charge, Diarmuid somehow felt uneasy-even though they had been together for a while and long since familiar with each other’s bodies.
However, as Abigail was going to take off his pants, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed for some reason!
“I can do it myself,” he said, taking the pants off her hands.
Abigail giggled when she noticed that his ears were flushed.
Goodness! He actually felt awkward and embarrassed, after he had been so clingy with her and acting as shameless as he had been?
And now, he was suddenly an innocent, self-conscious pubescent boy?
“Diarmuid…” Though Abigail hid her lips behind a palm, she was shaking with laughter!
Diarmuid feigned composure as he growled, “Is it really that funny?”
“Yeah,” Abigail said after taking a moment to calm herself. “It really surprised me.”
Left speechless, he cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment and threw the pants at her, snapping like a tsundere, “Help me wear it”
Abigail stared at him. “Are you sure?”
Diarmuid nodded, and tried to make himself imposing and proud. “I’m hurt. You have to help me!”
Abigail was speechless.
Fine.
He really changed his mind as quickly as one turned a page on a book!
And he was just so embarrassed about it just now!
Still, she walked up to him, deliberately breathing at his face while he kept her hands on his hip. “I’m doing. it now, okay?”
“Yeah,” Diarmuid replied, keeping his eyes glued to the ceiling.
He could feel Abigail’s cool touch against his skin, and stiffened just then.
Abigail sensed that, and could not hide a smile.
Diarmuid frowned.
Was she laughing at him? Was this really that amusing?
“You love to laugh at me, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Abigail admitted. “This is amusing…”
She then met Diarmuid’s bright gaze, and her smile promptly stiffened as she quickly corrected herself, “Wait, I mean, not really…”
But it was too late-Diarmuid had already wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her toward himself.
He held her so tightly she almost could not breathe!
“Let me go. You’re going to get your clothes crumpled.”
Diarmuid narrowed his eyes. “No.”
Abigail was speechless again.
Fine, she did upset him!
Smiling fawningly, she said, “Sorry.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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