NovelEnglishChapter 1356 "I... I miss Auntie... and Mommy." Brandy's words were still kinda jumbled. Sometimes, you had to really listen to get what she was saying.
However, she could say "Auntie" and "Mommy" very fluently.
Abigail scooped her up and pointed to the stroller. "Hey, your mommy brought you a little brother. Now you got a bro." Brandy blinked and stared at the stroller, all curious. Quinn had already pushed it over and plopped down next to them. "Bee Bee..." Abigail chuckled and corrected her, "Not 'Bee Bee,' it's 'brother."" But Brandy stuck with "Bee Bee." Quinn watched them. Even with all the happy vibes in the room, she felt like something was off.
That emptiness turned into a quiet loneliness, floating around them.
With Sprout in the mix, Kyle had hired two postpartum caregivers. Including Olivia, they had three helpers now. And with Abigail hanging around every day, the villa was buzzing with life.
Recovering from a C-section took forever. Quinn had been stuck at hfor two months. After that, Abigail signed her up for spostpartum fitness classes and dragged her to workouts every day.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was brutal. Quinn even thought Abigail was trying to set her up with someone. Why did Abigail care more about her figure than she did? The only silver lining was that after three months, Sprout wasn't ugly anymore. His wrinkles smoothed out, his skin got fairer, and he turned into a cute little dude.
They thought about giving him a new nickname, but "Sprout" had stuck, so they rolled with it.
Abigail was right about one thing: Sprout was a handful. He didn't cry much, but he loved causing chaos.
He slept all day and was up all night, trying to crawl out of bed. Even with the caregivers taking turns, they could barely keep up with him.
When Quinn and Abigail got back in the afternoon, the caregiver was feeding Sprout formula. He drank half and spat out the rest, making a mess.
Brandy squatted next to the stroller, eyes wide, watching Sprout.
Abigail couldn't help but gripe, "Look at him. He spits up everywhere after every feeding, treating the bottle like a toy." The caregiver nodded, "Yeah, if we don't give it to him, he cries. But when we do, he just spits it out for fun. It's fine now that it's warm, but if it gets cold, he could catch a chill." Plus, Sprout wouldn't make a peep when he wet himself. At first, the caregivers didn't notice until they found a mess the next day.
If they hadn't caught it in time, his bottom would've been in bad shape.
Quinn tried to reassure them, and herself, "He'll get better when he's older." Right then, Sprout laughed from the stroller.
"Quinn, look at his smile. He looks just like Alexander," Abigail said.
Quinn was momentarily stunned by his smile. When Brandy grinned, his eyes had a hint of arrogance.
Abigail was right; he really did look like Alexander.
Quinn changed her mind. When he got older, she was gonna have to lay down the law.
She didn't want to spend the rest of her life in fear.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmQuinn took the bottle from the caregiver. "Don't let him play with it." Without his toy, Sprout started babbling and flailing in protest.
Quinn stared him down, not giving in.
When his protests didn't work, he started wailing. The caregivers usually didn't let hinxay but Quình e wasn't about to spoil him. If he cried, he cried. The two caregivers exchanged looks, not daring to say a word.
Sprout cried louder and louder, his wails heart-wrenching like someone had hit him. Even Abigail felt a bit sorry for him. "Maybe you should just let him play with it," Abigail suggested.
Quinn didn't budge.
After about ten minutes, Sprout seemed to get the message. Hem stopped crying, Sniffling and sucking on his fingers in frustration.
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