This mommy is good at everything except cooking.
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After dinner, Sophie was busy washing dishes in the kitchen when Asher suddenly squeezed in. The kitchen was quite spacious for her, but with Asher’s tall figure standing there, it felt a bit cramped.
"You go out first." Sophie pushed his chest with her little hand.
"I didn’t eat enough at dinner."
"..."
Sophie was speechless. Her cooking skills were nothing to brag about, and Asher indeed didn’t move his chopsticks much during dinner.
"Should I call to order delivery now?"
"I hate the taste of takeout."
This man is really hard to please.
"Then what do you want to do?" Sophie asked a bit helplessly.
"Just keep company tonight and feed well..." he said with a aningful tone.
"No." Alexander is still here, what’s he thinking about all this inappropriate stuff?
Seeing her lips pouting, looking a bit annoyed, he unexpectedly felt quite happy?
He hugged her in his arms, his jaw resting against her forehead.
This sudden embrace left Sophie a bit at a loss, she truly felt that it was an illusion.
Waiting for Asher Land for four years, finally, he was back.
Even during these four years, she prepared herself ntally every day, thinking that maybe one day she would open her eyes to see him lying beside her with a smile in his eyes looking at her - what a wonderful thing that would be. But in reality, every day waking up to an empty side, that despair truly tortured her enough.
"Asher, you’re not leaving again, right?"
She tightly wrapped her arms around his waist, unwilling to let go.
"Mommy!" Alexander leaned against the glass door of the kitchen, thoughtfully staring at the two embracing deeply in the kitchen.
Asher’s eyes looked down, only to et Alexander’s gaze.
"Uncle, don’t bully my mommy."
Bully? Which eye did he see him bullying her?
Besides, if he didn’t bully her, would this little one even be here?
"Alexander, don’t talk nonsense, no one’s bullying ." Sophie was afraid Alexander might misunderstand Asher again, so she desperately wanted to clear things up for Asher.
"I saw with my own eyes, uncle’s hand was just now..." Alexander stamred.
"Where was it?" Asher inquisitively looked at this little thing before him.
"Your hand was on my mommy’s behind..."
"Alexander!" Sophie was about to die of embarrassnt, her little face blushing red.
"Having a hand there counts as bullying her?" Asher arched his eyebrows with handso audacity, "I think you haven’t seen bully her more deeply, have you?"
"Asher!"
Compared to shalessness, who could surpass Asher Land?
"This doesn’t count as bullying?" Alexander’s face was written with anger, "Then how else do you want to bully my mommy."
"Do you want to see tonight?"
"..."
Sophie really wished she could block Asher’s mouth, can he act more like a father in front of the kid?
At night, the three of them were at a loss about the bed.
"Uncle, tonight you should sleep on the couch." Alexander said solemnly.
"The couch is so small, isn’t it ant for you to sleep on?" Asher curved his lips into an innocent smile.
"If you’re not sleeping on the couch, where are you going to sleep? Do you want to sleep with and mommy?"
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