As he took little bites off his pie, Abigail frowned as she held a tissuet e he was getting greaseet over his hands and lips. S
He held out a chunk affectionately. “Eat, Mommy.”
Abigail leaned in to take a bite. “Yeah, it’s good.”
all Baby beamed, and Abigail watched him lovingly. “Take it slow or you’d choke.”
While he was happy with his food, he suddenly mumbled as he chewed, “I miss Grandma.”
Abigail nodded. “Me too, but she’ll only be back in a few days.”
Baby had an idea right then. “Let’s go look for her.”
Abigail was amused. “Where? I don’t know which country she’s in.”
Baby did not seem to understand, but that did not stop him from finishing three chunks out of the round En seafood pie.
Abigail scooped a bowl of soup for him and took the fourth chunk out of his fingers. Nenough pie or you’d get fat.”
Abigail was teaching him how to eat on his own-Sheryl Harris would definitely try to keep feeding him if it were her babysitting. Still, Abigail did not have to teach Baby for that long for him to eat on his own.
Baby was fine with using cutlery, but he tended to make a mess.
Still, it was nothing since there were plenty of servants around the house, and Abigail did not have to do anything.
Once Baby had his fill, they left, picking up Tommy around five when school was out.
Abigail had both her boys share a room so that they would bond.
Tommy took a bath first, while Baby was too young to do it himself. Abigail helped him and wrapped him in a towel before she carried him back into his room. Finding Tommy reading a book, Abigail helped Baby get dry while asking, “What are you reading? You look like you’re suddenly older.”
Tommy blinked. “But I am the older brother.”
Abigail pinched his cheek, “Yes, and you’re all grown up.”
Once she was done helping Baby get dressed, Baby threw himself at Tommy, hugging him and kissing his cheeks, calling out cutely, “Tommy, Tommy…” “You’re heavy.” Tommy shoved him.
Abigail smiled as she watched them bond and said, “Take care of Baby. I’ll take a bath, and then I’ll read you a bedtime story.”
“Okay, don’t worry. I’ll watch him so that he doesn’t fall.” Tommy nodded.
Baby had cried for a long time after he fell off the bed some time ago.
Abigail smiled at him. “I believe you.”
She took around an hour to return after her bath, since she had to dry her hair.
Wearing a sweater with trousers, she entered the boys’ room to find them playing on the bed, with the sheets left a mess and the blanket left on the floor. Still, Abigail was used to it.
Closing the door behind herself, she picked Baby up and placed him on the floor. “Get down, Tommy.”
Tommy did so on his own, and Abigail tidied their bed.
She would have her hands full if not for the servants around the house Tommy had left the entire bathroom flooding from a bath, and it took no time for both boysto make a mess of their bed.
Would Tommy still be a bad influence if he had a sister instead?
Tommy seemed to know his mistake and ran over. “Let me help, Mommy.” “Okay.”
Tommy did not do well but would be motivated when Abigail praised him.
Baby tried to help as well, only to mess up the sheets further.
By the time she was done, she was sweating and lay in bed as the boys started playing on the bed aga t belongs to sw Meanwhile, Diarmuid was working late and was not back even at 11 PM.
As the boys got tired from playing, they slept with Abigail.
et Diarmuid quietly entered, used to the sight greeting him-ken often slept ve with their sons, since Sheryl left on her trip and their care fell squarely on Abigail’s shoulders. S
He had been sleeping alone for several nights but refused to do’it tonight.
Tiptoeing inside, he scooped Abigail up in his arms.
However, Abigail was a light sleeper and woke up easily.
As she opened her muddled eyes, she said groggily, “Welcome back.”
“Yeah,” Diarmuid replied softly. “Go back to sleep.”
“I can’t sleep now. Let me down,” Abigail said as she leaned against his shoulder.
He lowered his gaze in silence, while she shyly buried her face in his arms.
Back in Zidonia, it was daytime and Lulu was playing with Star outside.
She would pick up a toy and move it around as Star’s eyes followed it everywhere, and brighter ones were especially effective.
As her eyes darted around, her lips would part from time to time, baring the little teeth that just grew out.
She tended to drool perhaps because of that, and Lulu wiped her mouth while fastening a napkin around her neck. She would change it once it got wet too, or Star’s skin might get red.
Babies’ skin could be delicate and must be kept dry or rashes would easily occur.
Such was how meticulously Lulu was taking care of Star, and the baby was putting on weight too.
Her little cheeks were white and fair, making her especially adorable.
Meanwhile, Vivian woke up to find the kitchen empty and scowled at the absence of food.
However, instead of expressing her hunger, she headed out and asked Lulu, “Have you eaten?”
“I did,” Lulu replied.
“Where’s my breakfast?” Vivian quickly asked.
“Mr. Slate asked me to babysit Star, not to be his maid,” Lulu retorted. “What does your breakfast have to do with me?”
Vivian was stumped and flushed but soon came up with an excuse. “You should make breakfast for me if you’re making it for yourself. I didn’t demand that you make it for me-you could’ve just made an extra portion while you were at it!”
“I’m not used to it. And shouldn’t you be cleaning up?” Lulu asked.
Vivian gaped. “What did you say?”
“Didn’t Mr. Slate send you here to help with housework?” Lulu pressed, having every reason to keep her distance since Zachary was the one who sent Vivian.
However, Vivian was simply too much of an anomaly who only caused trouble instead of helping, and her mind seemed wired differently.
Lulu certainly did not want Star to have someone like her around and was eager to spend more time with Star since Zachary was away.
On the other hand, Vivian pursed her lips, thinking that Lulu had changed.
She used to defer to Vivian completely, but Vivian could not even win in an argument against her now!
“I am-“
“You’d better not behave unreasonably, or you’d lose more et than what you bargained for if tell Mr. Slate,” Lulu said, cutting ber short before she could finish.
Vivian was left shaking in frustration, and she was not about to take that lying down. “You’re just a babysitter! How dare you do this to me! tell Mr. Slate right now!”
As she started to swipe through her phone, Lulu calmly left her to her own devices.
Still, Vivian soon started stamping her feet angrily, seemingly not getting through.
Lulu pretended not to see her and carried Star far away from Vivian-the woman was basically crazy.
“Just you wait, Wendy Jones!” Vivian snapped as she stormed off, returning into the mansion.
She did not cook, however-her rage probably filled her stomach for all Lulu cared.
After Vivian’s outburst, Lulu stayed as close to Star as possible, on the off chance that Vivian might hurt Star in her rage.
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