Upon awakening, he felt warmth on his face and glanced down.
Olivia was sleeping soundly.
Her small body lay atop his, her legs straddling his sides.
Her face was nestled near his chin, a small trail of drool escaping her Lips.
No wonder he felt out of breath.
Mark raised his head and found Edwin.
His own little boy.
Edwin blushed and looked away shyly under Markâs gaze.
He mumbled softly, âOlivia missed you.
â
Mark had been quite the charmer in his younger days.
He knew how to comfort both girls and children.
With a keen sense, Mark asked, âDonât you miss your dad?â
Boys often cared about their pride.
Edwin was reluctant to confess.
He scoffed, âEven if I miss someone, it would only be my great uncle.
â
Mark turned his head and pressed with a tender tone, âArenât I your great uncle?â
Edwin grew even more embarrassed.
He grumbled softly, âYouâve been asleep for so long.
Do you need to use the restroom? If you wet the bed, Mommy wonât be happy.
You know, people are saying youâre getting old.
â
Mark was left speechless.
He almost felt like tossing Edwin out for his cheekiness.
Mark glanced down at Olivia, noticing that she had shifted her position.
She lay horizontally across Markâs stomach.
Her head and feet nestled into the sheets.
Her adorable floral dress fluttered as she snored softly.
Mark quipped, âYou tucked her into my blanket.
How am I supposed to get to the bathroom?â
Edwin blushed.