Chapter 1620: Chapter 1620: Having a Little Sister
Morgan Ashworth lightly tapped his son’s little head, "Did you hear that? From now on, don’t compete with me for your mommy!"
"Hmph!" The little boy immediately refused. He put his hands on his hips, "No way, Daddy. Mommy is mine too. I also want to be with Mommy. You’re the one who shouldn’t fight me for her!"
It seemed a competition was about to break out between the father and son. Morgan Ashworth resisted the urge to toss the little boy out, because if he did, Willow Crawford would surely side with her son, and he didn’t want to upset her—especially since he wanted to be with her later tonight...
Morgan Ashworth softened his tone, "Ethan, didn’t you say you wanted a little sister? If you keep hogging your mommy every day, how do you expect us to give you a little sister?"
Ah.
The little boy also pondered this problem, "Daddy, so what should I do?"
"Didn’t you say you wanted to sleep in the middle? After your bath, tell your mommy you want to sleep inside so she can be in the middle. That way, I can sleep next to her, and I’ll give it my best to get you a little sister."
The little boy really liked the idea of a little sister. If she looked like Mommy, she’d be so pretty and beautiful. He really wanted one.
"Okay, Daddy. For the sake of having a little sister, I’ll listen to you. But you’d better not disappoint me."
"Ethan, what do you mean by that?"
"I’m afraid even if I give Daddy the chance, he still won’t win over Mommy, and she might not end up having a little sister."
Morgan Ashworth laughed in exasperation. Was this little guy doubting his charm or his ability? Neither would be a problem. Just wait and see!
...
The father and son finished their baths quickly. The little boy came out and said, "Mommy, you can go shower now. Make sure to wash up nicely."
"Okay." Willow Crawford went in to take a shower.
Originally, Willow Crawford brought pajamas since they planned to play outside today, but she didn’t expect to be sharing a room with Morgan Ashworth, and might even end up sharing a bed later.
Willow Crawford looked at the silk camisole nightgown she brought and felt it was a dilemma. Wearing it out would be too dangerous.
The image of Morgan Ashworth pressing her onto the bed and kissing her was still vivid in her mind. She had been somewhat hesitant, and he, like a wolf, seemed eager to devour her.
After bathing, Willow Crawford put on a coat over her camisole nightgown for safety, and then went out.
The little boy looked at her in surprise, "Mommy, why are you wearing a coat to sleep?"
Morgan Ashworth looked up, his gaze also fixed on her.
Under their gazes, Willow Crawford lied, "I felt cold, so I put on more clothes. Aren’t you cold?"
The little boy shook his head, not cold at all.
Willow Crawford, "Joy, hurry up and go to sleep; it’s getting late."
Willow Crawford lay down inside.
"Mommy, I don’t like sleeping in the middle. It’s really too cramped. What if you and Daddy squish me flat? Mommy, you’d better sleep in the middle." The little boy deftly rolled a few times and slid to the side of the bed.
Now Willow Crawford was in the middle. She turned her head to look at the bedside Morgan Ashworth, only to see his dark, bright eyes fixed on her face.
Willow Crawford’s mind went blank for a moment, "Joy, get up and let me sleep inside. We agreed that I’d sleep inside."
"Mommy, I’m so sleepy. Don’t disturb me, I’ve already fallen asleep." The little boy snuggled against the wall and closed his eyes.
Willow Crawford’s world seemed to swirl in chaos, "..."
At this moment, Morgan Ashworth leaned in from behind, "Willow Crawford, did you tell your son to sleep inside?"
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