-Maybe,” Nathan smiled slightly.
Maybe that was really the case, but the worlds of adults and children were different.
As children, everyone was able to say, “Let’s make up.”
As I got older, this phrase became increasingly difficult to say,
Among couples, friends and family, it went like this.
-Uncle Nathan, am I right?
-Yes, you are right.
-Do you like Aunt Yanis?
Nathan said, “Why do you say that again? As a little boy, why are you so interested in the affairs of adults?
Nathan was certainly not going to admit that he loved Yanis.
He had not had a chance before, and now he did not have the qualification.
-Uncle Nathan, I am very curious.
Nathan was about to say something, but was interrupted by the knock on the door, which was opened by a nurse, who was making rounds.
When Nathan saw her, he let out a sigh and felt liberated.
After the nurse left, the room was quiet again.
He was thankful that Jack did not ask him again. Nathan thought for a while and then said, “Jack, I’m going to get some fresh air outside, stay here, if anything comes up, call me.
-Okay,” he nodded, keeping a smile in his eyes. Jack didn’t think Uncle Nathan was an asshole.
As he left, Nathan sat down in the chair in the hallway. He let out a sigh, relieved.
Jack was alone in the living room. After calling Nathan an asshole on the inside, he turned his head to Kennedy lying on the bed.
-Bad Dad, I haven’t settled our scores yet! Why did you fall.
But, even though he was passed out, it didn’t affect the settling of accounts.
Jack thought for a while, and suddenly, he let out a smile.
He approached Kennedy’s bed in short strides, took off his shoes and coat, climbed lightly onto the bed, and then knelt beside Kennedy.
Kennedy was passed out, his eyes closed.
After staying by his side, Jack gave a loud groan, looking at his handsome face, -Bad daddy, you have no advantages except the face identical to me.
Saying so, Jack suddenly reached out his hands, squeezed his face and pulled it hard on both sides. As he vented his anger, Jack said, -Bad Dad, you not only bully Mom, you bully me too. You fainted without a sign, it has attracted Mom’s intent on me!
Kennedy’s pretty face was distorted by Jack’s chubby hands, who showed a sneer.
He was thankful that his father had not undergone cosmetic surgery. If he had, he would have broken the prosthesis because of his kneading.
Even when he was in the mood, he directly climbed on top of Kennedy as if he was getting on a horse and kept pinching Kennedy’s face.
When Jack tried to take Kennedy’s picture, he reacted.
Jack saw him blinking, he looked like he was going to wake up. He shouldn’t let him know his mockery. Jack left him alone and waited a while. But, Kennedy did not wake up.
Therefore, Jack gathered courage, stretched out his hands again toward the handsome face.
Suddenly, one of Jack’s hands was caught by Kennedy, who quickly opened his serious eyes. A breath of danger enveloped him.
What?
Jack didn’t think he would wake up so soon. A little while ago, he didn’t feel like waking up from sleep, however, as soon as he woke up, he grabbed his little hand.
-What do you want? -Kennedy said in a hoarse, serious voice because he had just woken up.
Probably because he had just regained consciousness, sanity was not restored either. He grasped Jack tightly until he could see Jack’s face clearly. Gradually, the seriousness was dissipating.
Originally Jack just wanted to pinch his face to tease him, not expecting him to grab his hand as soon as he woke up, even very hard.
Like a little boy, he felt pain very soon. Jack frowned, raised his other hand and gave him a fist without thinking.
-Bad daddy, you hurt me.
With a sound, the tiny, bandy fist went into Kennedy’s left eye.
Kennedy was speechless.
This fist woke him up completely.
He left the hospital, went back to Alice’s rental house, lost his sanity and also became angry. Hearing a child’s voice, he turned around and saw a boy who looked exactly like him, who punched him without him reacting.
And then Kennedy pulled him outside to talk, and…. memories flooded his mind, which could not connect together, but instead gave his mind a sharp shock, as if they wanted to break the blockage.
At that moment, Kennedy felt an excruciating pain in his head. As he went to talk to Jack about something, he lost consciousness.
The pain in his left eye helped restore his sanity. Kennedy let go of his hand, gave a groan.
Once he was free, Jack got off him quickly, he wanted to get off the bed in a hurry.
-Wait.
Watching his action, Kennedy stopped him.
Jack stood transfixed, staring at him.
-What do you want?
Even with an angry tone, it was the naive voice of children. Coupled with the identical face, Kennedy could almost be sure that the little boy in front of him was his son.
Kennedy glanced at his wrist, which was red from the violence he had done himself. He frowned, -I didn’t do it on purpose, does it hurt?
Kennedy got up and pulled him easily into his arms. Even as a boy, he was still a boy, his body was quite soft. Keeping him in her arms, Kennedy also softened, not even caring about the pain in his left eye but the wound on his wrist. Realizing it was his son, his voice and tone became soft.
-Let me see.
Kennedy lightly took his arm, covered the other hand in the wound and gently kneaded it.
He was very focused.
Jack was frozen. It was the first time he had felt his father’s gentle, earnest care, which became unreal in comparison to his mother.