Right after the four children left, the scene quietened.
Looking at Dorothy, Alex somehow felt something seemed different. “Where is Xienna Stoermer? She didn’t give you a hard time, did she?”
Dorothy did not answer that question, but she said, “We haven’t met for so long. Do you miss me?”
“I do!”
“Why don’t you come and hug me then?”
This woman should be his wife, and there was no mistake. She would occasionally act cute like a spoiled child and ask for a hug.
Without hesitation, Alex stepped up and held her firmly. Smelling her scent, he floundered her perfect skin with his large hands, the sensation of which couldn’t have felt better.
“Honey, your figure seems to have changed!”
“What? Could it be that postpartum body?”
“Stay calm. It’s getting better. Look, there is a lot of flesh here with a two-size increment. It is also very bouncy…”
“Jeez. We’re outside. Why are you so rude? The children are still over there!”
“Didn’t they just leave?”
‘Holy crap!’
Four small heads poked out of the tree in front of them while staring at them with widened eyes. Their faces were filled with curiosity, so they probably wanted to know how the younger sister would be born.
Alex slapped his forehead with his hand. “I think these wimpy brats need to be taught a lesson.”
Like a hen protecting her chicks, Dorothy knitted her beautiful brows. “You dare?! Aren’t they a little too cute? I’ll beat you up if you dare to hit them.”
“Sigh. A loving mother will have spoiled children…”
Winter immediately cried and knelt on the ground, refusing to get up. Wailing, he insisted on having a younger sister. Dorothy couldn’t help but pick him up. “If I have your younger sister, then I won’t be able to hug you in the future. I’ll only hug her. Your toys and snacks will have to be given to her. Do you want that?”
Winter thought for a long while. Pointing at his brother, he said childishly, “An older brother’s toys should be given to his baby sister.”
The wimpy brat already knew so much.
Dorothy said, “I can give you a sister in the future, but I have something cooler that is more fun. Do you want to see it?”
“Mom? What is the fun thing?”
“Is it a car?”
“I want Super Wings!”
“Super Wings are no fun. I want a flying sword…”
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