In the underground parking lot of a certain office building, a blue Maserati was slowly driving around, yet it couldn’t find an ideal parking spot.
It was work hours, and one car after another was neatly parked in their spots, but their owners were nowhere to be seen.
After so searching, the blue Maserati slowly parked in the farthest corner. The engine was turned off, but no one got out. From a distance, the window of another car rolled down slightly, revealing a cylindrical device that recorded the strong vibrations of the Maserati.
...
In the early morning, Sophie Foster was awakened by a tickling sensation on her face.
Before opening her eyes, a smile already crept onto her lips. Though she was awake, she pretended to be asleep. A soft voice sounded beside her ear, "Mama, wake up, baby is hungry..."
Genevieve Croft’s soft little hand pushed against her mother’s face. Sophie opened her eyes, and her daughter’s adorable face ca into view. A cute chubby face, with eyebrows and eyes just like hers. Uncle said Genevieve was her mini version...
The curve of Sophie Foster’s lips widened even more. At the bedside, Nicholas Croft’s large hand gently caressed the unhard half of her face, his brows furrowed, "Lara, what beautiful dream are you having? Tell Uncle, okay?"
It had been over a week, and Sophie Foster remained in a coma. Except for her injuries, all her body trics were normal, yet she wasn’t willing to wake up. The doctor said she was imrsed in her own world, and when she would wake depended on her own will.
"Lara, don’t sleep anymore, wake up and talk to Uncle, okay... Don’t you want to talk to Uncle anymore? Are you mad at Uncle for not protecting you and our baby..." Nicholas Croft’s brows furrowed tighter, yet the woman on the hospital bed kept smiling.
...Baby, be good, how about Mama make you so bear cookies?
Okay, Genevieve eagerly nodded, looking at the dough in her mama’s hands; baby wanted to make so with Mama too...
Okay, Sophie softly agreed, dividing the kneaded dough into small pieces, patiently teaching her daughter how to press the dough into the molds. The mother and daughter were having a great ti making them when Nicholas Croft ca ho from work. Seeing the busy pair in the kitchen, he asked with a smile, "What are big baby and little baby making?"
"Daddy, Mama is teaching baby to make bear cookies..." Genevieve proudly showed the dough in her hands to Nicholas Croft, and seeing the flour-covered faces of the mother and daughter, Nicholas’s heart filled with warmth. He squatted in front of his daughter, gently patting her hair, and said softly, "Baby is amazing, you did so well,"
"Mama, Mama, Daddy praised baby!"
"Uncle, you’re biased!" Sophie Foster pouted unhappily; she had made them better than the baby.
"Lara did even better." Nicholas Croft got up, walked over, and wrapped his jealous little wife in his arms from behind, kissing her cheek.
"Waaa..." Suddenly, Genevieve burst into tears, closing her eyes tightly. Nicholas hurriedly let go of his wife and picked up his daughter, "Baby, what’s wrong, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Daddy’s biased, Daddy didn’t kiss baby..."
Nicholas quickly kissed his daughter’s cheeks again and again, "Baby, don’t cry, Daddy kissed you more tis than Mommy," Ever since Genevieve ca along, the competition for attention between the two won beca a regular occurrence. If Nicholas spoke one more word to one or kissed either mother or daughter a bit more, both of them would compare. Now he finally understood what a sweet burden ant!
"Hehehe..."
The sleeping woman on the hospital bed let out a chuckle.
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