Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies novel Chapter 1275

"That's right, that's right," Damon agreed with that statement, "Maybe it's a fake?"

"Then the question arises," Erika spreads her hands with a rare serious expression, "how could she just happen to fake it until this birthday?"

You know that such a suitable right house edge has to be the birthday of the real mother.

How did Sofia get the timing just right?

Could it be that she also knows divination and has predicted her predictions and has got it all worked out in these small details?

A few little ones were dumbfounded.

You look at me, I look at you, do not know what to say.

A long time, Joanna only weakly spoke, "What if, just by coincidence ......"

To be honest, Erika would love to believe that this is coincidence.

What about birth dates can be coincidental, what about paternity tests?

Uncle Max shouldn't have lied to them!

This matter, no matter how you think, can not be prohibited from speculation.

Something must have gone wrong.

Finally it was Andrew who tapped out, "Let's just try it again."

It's always possible to try out the real ones.

As for now, go to sleep first!

Otherwise it's time for mommy to come over and spank their little bottoms later.

Several little ones got back under the covers and soon fell into a deep sleep.

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Inside the second floor bedroom.

Compared to the five children's suspicion, Bonnie's speculation is also a lot.

She told Sebastian about the idea.

After saying this, Bonnie noticed something was wrong.

Sebastian looked at her with steeply complex and deep eyes.

Feeling a little puzzled, she reached out and touched her cheek, "What's wrong you, staring at me all the time."

Sebastian Thule's large hands circled her tighter, sighing long and sourly, his tone somewhat sour, "You're not generally good to Max."

Do you have one?

Bonnie herself didn't feel it at all, "I'm like that with everyone!"

"Not the same, you take extra care of his emotions, as long as it concerns him, consider very carefully." Sebastian said, buried his head at Bonnie's slim white neck, lightly sniffing her rose scent.

"Bonnie, I'm not happy about this."

Bonnie cried and laughed, reached out and nudged him, "What are you thinking, Max is my brother!"

"You're better to him as a brother than you are to me as a lover." Sebastian pressed on.