Ironically, Daniel never liked being carried by others as a tot.
Flushed with embarrassment, he squirmed in Leonelâs grasp.
How could he be toted around Like a toddler? How mortifying!
Yet Leonel persisted, murmuring to Daniel, âYour momâs expecting.
Let me take care of you.
â
Turning to Alexis, he offered, âTake a break on the couch.
I got this.
â
Alexis, keeping her distance, silently set the bowl of soup on the table.
Daniel, now resigned, leaned against Leonel, obediently slurping the soup.
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With Daniel cradled in one arm, Leonel fed him tenderly.
Gazing at the childâs face, memories flooded Leonelâs mind.
Those early days with Daniel, with a son and daughter, were the happiest of times.
Reminiscing, he choked up and tears brimmed in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Daniel eyed Leonel, dutifully having the soup.
It really perked him up.
Waylen and Rena came back after the lunch and happened to see the scene.
Waylen couldnât resist teasing, âQuite the softie, huh?â
Leonel met their gaze, offering a nod.
Ready to rib Leonel again, Waylen got a discreet elbow nudge from Rena, reminding him the presence of Daniel.
Reluctantly, he backed off.
Turning to Alexis, he said, âGo grab a bite.
Weâve got Daniel.
â
Alexis nodded, giving Danielâs head a gentle pat.
âTâll be quick.
â
The hospital boasted a fancy dining room.
Lunch arrived promptly for the Fowlers.
Despite the setting, it was a hearty spread.
Plus, with Alexis expecting, the chef made sure she had plenty of options.
As Alexis dug in, the butler detailed each dish, noticing her sparse appetite, ready to coax her into eating moreâ¦
Suddenly, Leonelâs smooth, deep voice cut in, âHave some more.
Youâre eating for two now.
â
Alexis froze at the sound.
The butler, taken aback, still managed a polite greeting.
âIt is good to see you, Mr.
Douglas.
â
Leonel settled across from Alexis, helping himself to the food and even sliding a bowl of soup her way.
The butlerâs expression twitched at the impromptu gesture.