Hank Thompson felt like crying but had no tears, as Jack Thompson and Chad Thompson chose to admire the scenery instead.
Finally, Hank Thompson pitifully set his gaze on Olivia Thompson.
The little girl hemmed and hawed for a long time before finally mustering up a sentence, "Second brother has his own personality..."
"Learn from her, Annie is the best behaved." Hank finally felt as if his heart, riddled with holes, had been healed.
Charlotte Thompson, watching Hank act this way, increasingly felt he resembled Jordan Thompson.
It was unclear whose spirited nature Hank had inherited, hers or Justin Battleson’s.
But the moment Charlotte thought of Justin’s childhood, her heart ached a bit.
She couldn’t help but turn her head to look at the composed Justin Battleson beside her.
In Charlotte’s memory, Justin was always the image of calm self-restraint. Follow current novels on NovєlFіre.net
Noticing Charlotte’s gaze, Justin turned to look at her and caught the pity in her eyes.
"What are you thinking about?"
Justin extended his arm and held Charlotte in his embrace, asking softly.
"You," Charlotte replied without hesitation, resting her head gently against Justin’s chest.
"Justin Battleson, I will always be by your side from now on."
Your past that I never took part in, please allow me a place in your future.
"Me too," Justin replied, kissing the forehead of Charlotte and speaking earnestly.
The two of them recognized the deep affection in each other’s eyes.
Justin’s fingertips gently brushed Charlotte’s cheek.
However, as Charlotte turned her head, she saw six little ones at the door staring at them both intently.
"Why are you all standing here? Weren’t you supposed to be preparing a gift for your great-grandmother?" Suddenly being stared at by the children made Charlotte a bit embarrassed.
The children looked at each other, but it was Grace Thompson who boldly broke the silence.
"Mommy, were you going to kiss Daddy just now?" Grace winked at Charlotte, "Does that mean I can have a little brother now?"
"What?" Charlotte was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding.
"Isn’t it true that kissing can lead to a baby?" Grace asked with her large eyes wide open.
"Who told you that?" Charlotte looked at Grace.
Grace’s eyes darted around, but before she could respond, Cyrus Thompson had already pulled her away.
"Don’t disturb Daddy and Mommy."
"Mommy, I want a little brother!" Grace shouted to the couple on her way out.
"Where on earth did that little rascal hear such things." Charlotte watched Grace’s retreating figure with a shake of her head, somewhat helpless.
But Justin Battleson wrapped his arms around Charlotte’s waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"I think Grace makes a good point."
The deep voice of Justin, carrying a hint of amusement, entered Charlotte’s ear.
"What did you say... mm..."
Charlotte, startled, turned around, only to be met with a kiss from Justin, sealing her lips directly.
Releasing the breathless Charlotte, Justin Battleson looked down at her flushed face, his throat flexing slightly.
"Since the kids want it, why don’t we make an effort to give them a little brother or little sister?"
"Justin Battleson! You too!" Charlotte playfully punched Justin’s chest.
"The more children we have, the merrier," Justin’s hand wandered restlessly across Charlotte’s back.
Realizing what was happening, Charlotte immediately grasped Justin’s wrist.
"Aren’t six children enough?" Charlotte looked up at Justin.
But Justin simply lifted Charlotte into his arms.
"I would never think a hundred were too many."