Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1122 – Cute Baby
Crystal’s POV:
The raging anger in my heart was instantly extinguished by Arron’s soft sweet voice.
I reached out and pinched his soft chubby cheek.
With a smile, I said, “Mommy is not angry. Well. . . Sweetie, how about going to the garden for a walk? It looks like a lot of stars will be visible tonight. After we come back from watching the stars, mommy will read you a story.”
“Okay! Mommy, you’re the best!”
He reached out and grabbed my hand, rubbing it like a kitten.
My heart softened and I pushed all my negative thoughts aside.
As I calmed down, I pondered for a while.
Maybe Laura had just voiced a thought and didn’t really mean to take Beryl and Arron away from me. She had been of immense a*s*sistance to me in these past few years. I couldn’t believe that she would really do something so selfish and cruel to me.
So, there was no need for me to lose my temper just because she loved her grandchildren. I grabbed Arron’s hand and took him to a small garden in front of the palace.
Only a few flowers remained in this season. We were surrounded by trees with yellow and dry leaves, but the view of the night sky was not bad.
Arron was very excited.
Every time I brought him to the garden, he would romp around like a wild horse with no rein. There was a slide in the garden.
Laura knew that Arron came here often, so she had it constructed for him.
Arron ran around and screamed like a lot of other kids were playing with him even when he was alone on the slide.
He was constantly giggling.
Arron was quite similar to Beryl in a few aspects.
Both of them were highly focused when they played and unrestrained when they were having fun.
Sometimes, he was even more adventurous than his sister.
I sat on a nearby bench and observed Arron with a satisfied smile.
The moon shone brightly, and stars were scattered all over the sky.
My mood lifted again because of Arron, and I got a chance to enjoy the beautiful night.
About half an hour later, he emerged from behind the flowering shrubs and ran up to me, out of breath.
“Mommy, let’s go home.”
“Okay.”
With a smile, I smoothed down his hair, which was stuck to his forehead because of his sweat.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yes.”
Arron nodded and rubbed his belly.
“But mommy, my tummy is growling.”
I grinned, stroked his forehead with my finger, and lifted him into my arms.
“Then let’s go back and have a late-night snack.”
After devouring our midnight snack, I played with Arron for a while and read him a few stories.
It was only then that he finally agreed to go to bed.
I placed the book back next to his pillow and waited for him to close his eyes.
Looking at me with his big eyes, Arron tilted his head a little and sweetly asked, “Mommy, how long will we continue staying at the imperial palace?”
My expression froze.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong? Don’t you like it here?”
Arron shook his head.
“It’s not like that. . . When will Beryl become normal again? I miss her, Ian, and our home. I want to go back to the border pack.”
Relief flowed through me as I knew the reason Arron actually wanted to leave.
I patted his cheek and asked him in a teasing voice, “And I suppose you miss Alva as well, right?”
Arron’s cheeks turned red and he shyly covered half his face with the quilt. I ruffled his hair with a sigh.
“Sorry, sweetie. Mommy knows you don’t have the same freedom in the imperial palace that you had in the border pack. You’re confined here, and you have to bandage your face. Sweetie, just hang on for a little while longer. We will leave soon.”
Then, I tucked him in again and kissed him on the forehead.
“No.”
Arron stuck his head out of the quilt and held my hand.
“Mommy, I’m fine. It’s okay. I can adjust to this place. I’ve just noticed that you’re unhappy here and you seem to worry about too many things every day.”
Arron’s eyes were crystal clear and reflected my deeply buried emotions. As I watched my cute and sensible son, I was touched for a moment, but also felt guilty at the same time. My mind flashed back to Laura saying children needed their father.
Honestly, it made complete sense.
My heart clenched painfully. I grasped Arron’s hand and asked him in a shaky voice, “Sweetie, do you want a father?”
“No.”