After taking the photo, she put away her phone and sat by Di Mingzhe’s bed, gently patting him, "My dear son."
Hearing the noise, Di Mingzhe slowly opened his eyes, realizing that he had dozed off.
"Mom." Di Mingzhe gently propped himself up.
"Why are you still holding Wushuang while sleeping?" Fang Hao chuckled softly, "It’s better to put him in the crib. Babies are very clever; once they get used to being held while sleeping, it’ll be hard to place them in a crib later."
Hearing this, Di Mingzhe smiled sheepishly, "I just wanted to hold him a little longer."
Seeing him like this, Fang Hao opened her mouth, wanting to say sothing, but ultimately did not.
She felt a deep sense of sympathy for Di Mingzhe, being the eldest in the family ca with added responsibility.
He had liked Di Xiaxia for twenty years but never said a word for his brother’s sake, only expressing his feelings after his brother got married.
He’s not young anymore; becoming a father at this age, she understood his joy.
However, holding Wushuang like this is indeed not conducive to developing certain habits for the little one.
Thinking it over, Fang Hao said, "Mom made so food for you, eat a little. Tonight, Wushuang might wake up hungry, needing milk and such, so you might not get a good night’s sleep. Also, do you have work tomorrow? If not, I can stay up with you, or we can have a servant co assist."
"I don’t have work." Di Mingzhe replied, "I’ll take leave. I have paternity leave."
"You want to take care of him yourself?" Fang Hao asked.
"Yes." Di Mingzhe nodded, a gentle smile appearing on his lips. He glanced at the peacefully sleeping Little Wushuang on him, gently ruffling his lush black hair, "I want to care for him myself."
Seeing his doting deanor, Fang Hao couldn’t help but smile warmly, "Silly child, he’s your son, ant to be with you for a lifeti, not growing up in just a day. Mom knows you have a lot of love to give him, but there’s no rush; don’t wear yourself out."
"I know, Mom." Di Mingzhe replied, "I will handle it properly, I won’t exhaust myself, don’t worry."
After speaking, Di Mingzhe lowered his gaze to look at the Little Wushuang in his arms, as if murmuring, "I just want to keep holding him like this."
"Alright then." Fang Hao laughed, "He’s your son after all; hold him however you like. But rember, babies have an instinct; if they get used to being held, they’ll beco clingy, wanting to be held all the ti."
"Then I’ll just hold him." Di Mingzhe said stubbornly.
Hearing this, Fang Hao had no choice but to let it go.
Unexpectedly, this eldest’s love for the child was overwhelming; even Di Mingjue didn’t hold his child this constantly, yet he insisted on doing so.
"Alright, the porridge in the pot should be done. I’ll go check and bring it over so you can eat sothing first."
"Okay."
Fang Hao went out, and Di Mingzhe held Little Wushuang, looking at him, as if petrified, as if he could never get enough of watching.
At this mont, Di Mingjue ca in. Seeing Di Xiaxia asleep, he softly greeted Di Mingzhe.
Di Mingzhe looked up at Di Mingjue and nodded in response.
"Not awake yet?" Di Mingjue walked over and asked softly.
"No." Di Mingzhe lowered his gaze with a light smile, "He’s been sleeping, I don’t know when he’ll wake up."
"Once he’s awake, he’ll keep you busy." Di Mingjue chuckled.
"I’ve not had anyone to keep busy my whole life. Having soone to busy is quite nice." Di Mingzhe replied, unable to resist reaching out to touch Little Wushuang’s soft face.
Di Mingjue laughed, "Look at you, you’re about to burst with happiness."
"Of course." Di Mingzhe looked up at him, "Only when raising a child does one understand a parent’s love."
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