True Love Waits novel Chapter 1402

When his dad didn't say anything, Boswell continued, "I think you should experience the happiness of sleeping in your kid's room. Alright! I'll let you sleep in my room for tonight! You sleep there, and we will sleep with Mommy!"

Raising his eyebrows, Matthew asked, "And why would I want to do that?"

Boswell looked back at his mother, who was half lying on the bed, listening to their conversation. He replied, "Mom needs to be taken care of during this time of the month, and we do that all the time."

Matthew hung his coat on the hanger, walked up to the kid and patted his head. "You only need to take good care of yourselves from now on. Your mother has me to take care of her. Go back to your room and sleep." He grinned at his sons. These fellows wanted his wife all to themselves and were trying to drive him out.

Boswell was still unconvinced. He tried everything to fight for the opportunity to take care of his mother. He argued, "Mom is completely spoiled by us! She will be super irritable for the next few days and she will need brown sugar water. Dad, you have a bad temper! So, you can't take care of Mom. Let us do it instead!"

Erica almost burst out laughing. She was spoiled by them? She finally spoke. "Boswell, don't make Dad sleep alone. We can all sleep here."

However, to her surprise, Boswell refused decisively. Pouting his lips, he protested, "Dad will cheat! Last time, he secretly slept next to you after moving us to the other side while we were asleep. He held you all night and slept nicely. It's not fair!"

His father was always good to them, except when it came to his wife. He acted like a kid himself and often competed with them for her attention. 'Dad has his own mom! Why won't he go and sleep with her?' the boy thought to himself.

Taking a reproachful glance at his second son, Matthew walked over to him and picked him up. He threatened in a serious tone, "Do you have any evidence to prove that? If you don't, then I will sue you for slander. After that, you will be taken away by the police and will be forced to pay compensation."

Boswell was not frightened. "You know we were all asleep and don't have any evidence! That's why you are so arrogant," he pouted angrily.

'Aren't you a smart one?' Matthew was amused. 'He is my son, after all.' Still, he pretended to be serious and said, "Remember to collect evidence before you question me next time. Without evidence, it's just slandering. 'Slan-der-ing.' Do you understand what that means? Let me tell you how serious an offense that is. Depending on the case, you could be sentenced to less than three years in prison or detention, and could be placed under public surveillance, while being deprived of political rights. Do you understand now? So, think twice before you speak next time. If you end up spouting something at the wrong place and at the wrong time, what kind of consequences will you bring upon yourself?"

Stunned, Erica scolded, "Matthew! You can't be serious! The child is only three years old. What does he know about all these?" 'Is this man really his father? Why is he frightening his own kid?' she pondered.

Matthew thought otherwise. "Do you really think that our kids are as innocent as other three-year-old kids?"

"Well, that..." Erica stammered. As their mother, she knew better than anyone else that her sons were much smarter than peers of their age.

Sometimes, she felt like they were smarter than her.

"We have to teach them all this while they are still young. Habits—good or bad—are developed from childhood," said Matthew.

Leaning his head against his mother's belly, Colman looked at his father excitedly. "Dad, you're so cool!"

Matthew arched his brow in surprise. 'What's so cool about this?' "Don't try to flatter me," he said to his little boy.

Sitting up straight, Colman retorted seriously, "I'm not flattering you; I'm serious! Do you think we'll be as cool and handsome as you when we grow up?"

This time, Matthew couldn't keep his calm. He was thrilled deep inside. After all, he just received a sincere praise from his son. He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed with Boswell in his arms.