My Husband, Warm The Bed

Despite lying sick in bed, Lawrie still had the strength to argue with Larry, on the matter of their age. Arms crossed in front of his chest, Larry retorted, "I was told that I'm four months older than you, so yes, I am older! You're the kid!"

Lawrie fell silent.

What should he do?

Indeed, that fellow who barged in suddenly made sense. Lawrie had no way to refute.

Larry continued, "I'm the big brother here, Lawrie! I'm older!"

Lawrie was unhappy to be the younger kid, but he did not know how to refute. He could only turn to Vanessa for help. "Mommy, I don't want to be the younger kid. I want to be a big brother too."

"Lawrie, seniority is decided according to the order of birth. You can't change that. Since you're four months younger than Larry, you're technically the younger brother," Vanessa ruffled their heads and said with a gentle smile.

A child's world was simple and full of amusement. They bickered about who was older for a long time as if winning the debate, and being deemed as the 'Big Brother, would bring them the biggest happiness. As much as Lawrie did not want to admit that he was the younger one, it was something that could not be changed. Accepting that fact, he finally said to Larry, "You're the big brother."

Larry had always been the youngest in the Kyle family. Now, there was finally someone who was younger than him. Larry was so overjoyed that he started jumping around the ward. "Say it again, Lawrie, call me Big Brother."

Lawrie pouted, "Nope."

Larry said, "If you say it again, I'll bring a lot of toys for you to play with."

Lawrie quickly said, "Fine, Big Brother Larry."

The two boys happily chatted away, discussing their favorite toys and cartoons. Vanessa had no way to interrupt as the two would just ignore her whenever she tried to talk. They disliked her meddling. Vanessa looked at Lawrie woefully. Did he not say that she was favorite person in the world? Did he not say that he wanted to be with his Mommy the most? How could he ignore her for someone that he had just met for less than half an hour?

He was growing up too quickly, and he no longer needed her.

How saddening!

How devastating!

Vanessa wanted to be comforted and hugged.

Who else could give her a hug but herself?

Just as Vanessa was silently complaining, Julien suddenly sat down beside her. He whispered into her ear, "Now you know how it feels to be neglected." Vanessa pouted, "It's none of your business."

Julien did not want to quarrel with her, so he changed the subject and said, "They're having fun talking to each other, so let's talk about us."

"About us?" Vanessa paused for a moment and then added, "I'll find a way to pay back the money I owe you."

Julien's expression changed abruptly.

This woman really needed to be punished. Why would she think that he was going to talk to her about money? sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

It was not like she did not know that he was not short on money.

Vanessa said, "You're quiet. Are you angry?"

Julien stayed silent.

Vanessa continued, "You're always like this. You don't say anything when you're angry. It's annoying, you know?"

Julien rebutted, "Then why don't you just not make me angry?"

Vanessa regretfully said, "I have been very careful not to provoke you, but you get mad so easily. Sometimes I don't even know what I did to provoke you, and you just ignore me. What should I do then?" Hearing Vanessa's words, Julien realized that such a problem did exist, but his sense of pride was too strong. He stubbornly said, "As far as I know, you're smarter than this."

Vanessa said, "Maybe it's because I've given birth. You know, there's a saying that women who had just given birth would have a lowered IQ."

Julien was quiet again.

He had told himself many times not to be bothered about her past and who she had had a child with, but every time she mentioned this, he could not help but feel his blood boil with jealousy. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake this feeling.

It bothered him!

Godd*mn it!

It bothered him that the child in the hospital bed was not his.

However, he was working hard to accept the child.

It was almost like Vanessa could hear Julien's thoughts. She smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you for getting Larry to keep him company."

Julien tried his best to set those thoughts that should not even exist in the first place aside and made himself look a little more relaxed. "Larry's about the same age as Lawrie. They should have loads to talk about. I'll get Larry to come by more often in the future."

Vanessa stopped him, "I don't think that's a good idea. The hospital is not a safe place for children. Even healthy people aren't willing to come here, let alone a kid like Larry. It's best that he doesn't come anymore in the future."

Julien asked, "Did I ask for your opinion?"

Vanessa questioned back, "Shouldn't you ask me for my opinion?"

Julien stated, "I have the final say in this matter."

Vanessa asked, "And why's that?"

Julien got up and said as he walked, "Larry's staying here. I'll come pick him up in the afternoon."

Vanessa was flabbergasted, "What?"

Julien said nothing else and left. Since he had decided, Vanesa had no choice but to let him leave Larry here.

Seeing Julien leave, Larry quickly ran over to Vanessa and boldly told her, "You should stay away from Uncle Julien in the future, or he would eat you up!"

Vanessa smiled and asked, "Why are you so afraid of your Uncle Julien?"

Larry said, "Uncle Julien always keeps a straight face and never smiles at me. I'm afraid that he would gobble me up."

Vanessa said, "So that's why!"

Sure enough, a person who did not smile was not likeable!

Nighttime.

After Larry arrived home, he found himself surrounded by three women.

They gathered around Larry and stared at him as if they were interrogating a criminal. Karen Joy was the first to ask, "Larry, be a good boy and tell us! Who did your Uncle Julien take you to meet today?" "Grandma, Grand Aunt Mia, Mommy... I am thirsty!" Larry was surprised. If they wanted to find out who Julien brought him along to meet, why couldn't they just ask him directly? Why did they come to his room to interrogate him?

Even if they wanted to know more, they could have given him a glass of water first.

Otherwise, how could he explain it to them?

Mia quickly handed Larry a glass of water and massaged his shoulders. She said, voice full of flattery, "Oh, Young Master Larry, your water is here. Drink it, and tell us about today."