Harry always thought Dudu was the cutest.
Harry would definitely be a good brother.
"Mommy, yesterday I told a story to daddy, and he held my little hand," Little Harry said.
Lu Xiaojiu smiled, "Oh, daddy held you, are you happy?"
"Very happy," Little Harry said, "Daddy didn't hold Harry today."
A bit aggrieved.
Xiaojiu knew that Harry really liked Lu Bai's company, often sleeping under the same blanket with Lu Bai, drenched in Lu Bai's scent, always imagining Lu Bai holding him and holding him. At first, Xiaojiu was very excited, but after hearing it repeatedly, she felt a bittersweet ache, heartache for her son's longing, and heartache for herself.
"Mommy, trust me."
"Okay, I trust you, daddy will wake up."
Harry nodded firmly.
Lieutenant Commander Wesley made two breakfasts, the usual pan-fried steak with some noodles, looking like a hearty dish. Xiao Qiao poked at the steak, and Wesley stared at her.
She felt a bit guilty, "It doesn't look very tasty."
