"Asher Land, I never realized you have such a knack for being a dad," Sophie Smith smiled as she looked at the calm little one.
Actually, Asher Land did nothing, just held the child in his arms, and sohow the child seed to be tad by him, behaving obediently.
"Could Alexander be scared by you?" Sophie suddenly seed to rember sothing and tried to take the child back from his arms. If the child was really too scared to cry, that wouldn’t be good.
Asher Land’s mouth twitched. Damn, is he that scary?
Sophie took the child back from Asher Land, and within seconds, the child started wailing loudly again.
"Don’t cry, don’t cry, let your daddy hold you..." Sophie coaxed in vain, and thus, the child was passed back and forth between them...
"Having a child has really changed the young master," a group of maids whispered from a distance.
"Sigh, everything happened so fast. Who would have thought that the young master would want a child so early?"
Then, they turned their gaze toward Sophie.
"It’s all thanks to Miss Smith."
"..."
Sophie was completely won over by this little one.
All day long, she revolved around the child, leaving the much-needed attention for Young Master Land aside.
In the crib, Little Alexander lay there quietly, watching the toy in her hand, smiling joyfully.
Asher Land walked into the room and instantly scooped her up.
"Asher Land, what are you doing?" She felt uneasy having her attention pulled away from the child.
"Keep company..." He kissed her lips, moved to her sensitive areas, making her shudder all over.
"Stop ssing around, the baby hasn’t slept yet..."
"What would a two-month-old kid understand?" he chuckled lightly. "He’s the reason I haven’t touched you for so long; I haven’t settled the score with him yet."
"Why are you competing with your own son?" Sophie glared at him, annoyed. "Let go first; let lull him to sleep, then we’ll talk," she tried to push away the solid body pinning her down, but he remained unmoving.
"I told you, he doesn’t understand and can’t hear, let him be."
His big hands began to undress her, easily letting her clothes slide off.
Sophie had no choice but to start cooperating with him.
Her soft and supple body pressed tightly against his, bare skin rubbing together, filled with passion.
She struggled to suppress the cries that wanted to escape her mouth, her nails involuntarily scratched his back, leaving faint blood marks.
The only sounds in the bedroom were his low, ragged breaths and her soft moans.
Suddenly, a sharp cry broke the intimate atmosphere.
"Asher Land,..." her muffled voice ca through, "the baby is crying, you—stop for now."
"Can’t stop."
"..."
The baby’s cries grew louder, soon enough they’d be heard outside, and so late at night, the maids would be disturbed.
"Alexander might be hungry, I’ll nurse him first, you wait..." Sophie whispered.
"Nurse? Feed first."
"..."
That wretched Asher Land, even competing with his son for food!
Sophie’s clean long nails pinched his waist hard, making Asher Land grunt, forced to withdraw from her body.
She slipped on her robe, quickly walked to the crib, picked up the baby, and gently soothed him.
With her back to him, she half-opened her robe to nurse Little Alexander.
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