The fierce protector Baby Hawthorne glared at him fiercely, "Don’t talk bad about Mommy!"
Casper North had just been mercilessly tormented by his own mom, leaving his soul wounded, and now got beaten up by his half-brother, which made him instantly displeased.
Darn it, if he can’t beat the big one, he can’t hit the small one?
"This is my Mommy!" Casper North clutched Raina North’s arm, declaring his territory dominantly.
Baby Hawthorne gave him a cold glance, as if saying, childish.
He then turned to Raina North and said in a sweet voice, "Mommy, can you sleep with Baby tonight?"
"Of course." Raina North immediately agreed, since it was a sleepover invitation from her adorable son.
"No, I want to sleep with Mommy." The right to Mommy cannot be given away, glaring at Baby Hawthorne, "You sleep with your dad. You’re his only son, how can you only accompany Mommy and not accompany your dad? That’s unfilial." Original content can be found at novèlfire.net
Baby Hawthorne chuckled coldly, "Not anymore. I’ve been filial for five years. Now with you as the new son, it’s your turn to be filial." Turning his head to Raina North, he transformed into a sweet little angel, "Mommy, you think I’m right, don’t you?"
Raina North kissed Baby Hawthorne on the cheek, "Darling, you’re right, let’s go, darling, let’s take a bath together and let a certain new son do his filial duty."
Watching his mother embrace his half-brother and leave him behind so openly, Casper North’s eyes widened and his cheeks puffed up like a frog in anger.
Though the situation was against him, Casper North would not concede.
Mommy is his, and this half-brother can’t have her.
So when Raina North and they returned from bathing, they found Casper North in his pajamas, sprawling out in a star shape, dominantly occupying half of the bed.
Baby Hawthorne, seeing his rogue tactics, got angry too, and stomped up to the bed.
The two little cuties battled over the blanket and pillows, fighting for territory.
Raina North sat on the sofa watching all amused, without any intention to intervene.
Boys, they deepen their bond by wrestling and horsing around.
In the blink of an eye, the clock on the wall reached ten. After playing and messing around, they soon fell asleep, as kids do.
Raina North smiled helplessly yet affectionately, and went up to tuck them in.
She originally planned to find a corner to sleep together as they did the previous night, but Baby Hawthorne’s bed was small, only one meter twenty wide. It fit them well, one big and one small, but now these two little guys, even in their dreams, were conscious of their territory, each firmly occupying one side, not yielding an inch.
They were happy, both not losing, but poor Raina North had nowhere to sleep.
With a helpless sigh, Raina North turned off the light, leaving only the small bedside lamp on, and quietly left.
"Are the two young masters asleep?"
Aunt Rivers came over with a glass of milk, her eyes smiling as she saw Raina North.
Raina North nodded, half-amused, half-helpless, "They played around for a bit, and then fell asleep quickly."
"That’s the benefit of having siblings. Before, Young Master Summers was always alone, serious like no five-year-old should be. But since Young Master Casper arrived, it’s the first time peers are together, and the house quickly filled with liveliness. Just now, those two little ones made so much noise that the whole house heard, the old lady could hang an oil bottle off her smiling lips." Aunt Rivers said, "More kids are great. The house used to have too few kids, but now with the Young Madam, if she blesses the family with a little lady next year, it’ll be even more lively."
Raina North was embarrassed hearing this, how did it turn into pushing for more kids, so she decided to change the subject.
"Aunt Rivers, is this milk for Grandma?"
"Oh, this is for the Young Master." Aunt Rivers’ eyes flashed, "Just happened to bump into the Young Madam, I thought I’d be lazy for once."
Saying that she shoved the milk into Raina North’s hand and left without listening to Raina North’s refusal.
Raina North’s gesture of calling out halted mid-air, ultimately putting it down silently.
She glanced at the milk in her hand with a sigh, then turned and headed to Elias Hawthorne’s room.