“Old Bray, you should hold onto this pipe. It’s almost like your lifeline, and I can’t afford to replace it if it breaks.”
“If it gets damaged or broken, I won’t be able to pay for it.”
As the figure drew closer, everyone could see it was Mr. Harrison coming forward to greet them in person.
Cheyenne stood still and gently called out, “Godfather.”
Abel’s gaze softened the moment he saw Cheyenne, and he gently patted her head.
“It’s been about a year since we last saw each other. How have you been, Cheyenne?”
“I’m well, Godfather. How about you? Yvonne told me a few days ago you had a cough. Let me take a look at it for you later.”
“It’s just an old ailment, nothing serious. By the way, why didn’t you bring Oliver along?”
Lacking any children of his own, Abel embraced Cheyenne as his goddaughter, treating her as if she were his own daughter. Thus, Cheyenne’s child was also regarded as his grandchild.
Speaking of her precious son, Cheyenne couldn’t help but show a soft smile.
“He wanted to come, but he was punished by his dad for wetting the bed last night, so he’s at home washing the sheets.”
Mr. Harrison immediately pictured a chubby little kid struggling to sit in front of a basin, washing bed sheets. He couldn’t help but chuckle, though he remembered to maintain his presidential composure and stayed serious.
“Come on, wetting the bed? Oliver is only four years old. I don’t believe you, Kelvin, never wet the bed when you were a kid.”
Recalling last night’s events, Kelvin ground his teeth in frustration.
Since arriving on Dragon Serpent Isle, he had no chance to be intimate with Cheyenne. It had been several days since they returned, and when he tried to get close to her last night, she rejected him, saying she had a back injury.
Mr. Foley finally managed to persuade her with a provocative tactic, but then she said it was inappropriate with the child around. So, Kelvin had to wait for the right moment.
Finally, when Oliver was asleep, he couldn’t wait to undress. Though Cheyenne still seemed shy, she didn’t push him away completely. Half-willingly, she seemed to agree.
Just as they were getting into it, he suddenly felt a cold sensation on his leg. His excitement was instantly defeated.
Cheyenne diagnosed him from the bed, “Mr. Foley, your back… doesn’t seem too good. I would recommend less exercise, early sleep, and a healthy routine.”
“Cheyenne, I…”
It was just an accident due to an external factor, not because his back was problematic. Before he could try again, Cheyenne played another card.
“Kelvin, come here! Your son wet the bed!”
Kelvin looked at the wet stain on his leg with resentment, his face as gloomy as a typhoon season over the sea.
“I already knew that.”
He shouldn’t have softened and allowed Oliver to sleep with them.
Otherwise, he would still be enjoying the closeness of his wife, not resignedly getting up to change Oliver’s pants.
“Ungrateful kid, you’re never sleeping with us again!”
He wanted to send the child to sleep in the next room, but Oliver’s mom glared at him.
“It’s so cold; let him sleep here. Changing rooms might make him catch a cold.”
“But… he wet the bed.”
His disgusted tone and deep-set eyes were obvious.
Cheyenne was equally annoyed. She had borne the child after ten months of hardship, so she could be critical, but others, especially the father, who only contributed a sperm, couldn’t.
“That’s because you wanted me to have him. If you’re dissatisfied, go have a child with someone else!”
“From now on, Oliver doesn’t have you as a father; it’s better if he takes my name.”
Hands on hips, Cheyenne’s attitude made Kelvin obedient instantly.
He feared nothing more than Cheyenne rejecting him.
Resigned, he picked up the sleeping Oliver, planting a kiss on his plump cheeks despite the grumbling deep in his heart.
“Honey, don’t be mad. I’m not disgusted. Look, this is Cheyenne’s wonderful son, how cute he is.”
“The eyes, nose, eyebrows… all resemble me. How can he not call me dad?”
Cheyenne nearly burst out laughing, hastily coughing to hide it, her eyes glinting mischievously.
“Really? So, you don’t find his bedwetting annoying now?”
“No, not at all. Our son is extraordinary, and I couldn’t love him more.”
“What’s bedwetting? Even if he grows up to be a wasteful person, he’s still my son Kelvin!”
“If you like him so much, then you hold him to sleep tonight.”
His ungrateful wife clutched her blanket and moved to the dry side, leaving only her back to him.
The rogue in his arms slept sweetly, a small hand munching deliciously.
If not for his cute appearance, Kelvin would probably toss him into the trash bin the next moment!
What, exactly, does marriage bring to a man?
Snapping back from his thoughts, Kelvin eagerly promised to bring the child next time.
Mr. Harrison, pleased, stroked his beard and nodded.
“And bring Cierra along too.”
“You and Cheyenne need to make more efforts. Both the Harrison and Lucas families are counting on you to have a third child.”
Cheyenne had promised her grandfather that her next child, regardless of gender, would carry the Edwards surname, continuing the Edwards family line. By her godfather’s account, that would mean having three more children.
She was thunderstruck.
“Godfather, you must be joking.”
She wasn’t a breeding sow to bear so many children!
“In our time, if a young man didn’t have four or five kids, people would call him a failure.”
Kelvin inwardly took this to heart.
He was only injured, not incapacitated!
Cheyenne was speechless.
Why did she suddenly feel a chill down her spine?
Her father, however, was the most considerate of his daughter, skillfully changing the subject.
“To me, none of that matters. What’s important is Cheyenne’s health and happiness.”
“Abel, you didn’t invite us here without prepping some tea, did you? I’ve been standing here for ages and my mouth’s dry.”
Abel laughed heartily, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
“Fear not, I know your tastes. How about some rare Earl Grey?”
“I’ve gone through much to get this for you, so you must accept it from my hands.”
“Deal, let’s head inside.”