Charming Mommy of adorable triplets novel Chapter 1180

Chapter 1180

Nicholas did not even bother to care about Nolan’s prestige as the father of the two rugrats present. “Your mother actually threatened to beat you up every single time, ould you have the guts not to do as told?”

Nolan glanced at Nicholas.

“Dad, Trandma actually hit you when you were a kid?” Colton got the main point of the whole story.

Nolan turned his head and glared at Colton. “Do you want to try it out?”

Colton shut up immediately.

Maisie leaned toward him. “Wow, you’ve learned to threaten your son now.”

Nolan responded seriously, “We can’t spoil our son too much. We must beat him when he deserves it.”

Colton refuted aggrievedly, “Why would you only beat your son? What about Daisie?”

Daisie blinked. “I won’t get beaten because I’m a good girl!”

Colton sighed as if he was an adult. “Being a son has so many cons. Mommy, why didn’t you make me a girl?”

Maisie fetched herself a bowl of soup. “If you’re a girl, you’ll have to get married to someone else and give birth to babies when you grow up. Would you be willing to give birth to a baby?”

Colton rubbed his head. “Uh… I think I’ll pass.

I’d be like Godmother if I carried a baby. She’s always walking around with that heavy belly, and the idea of having that big belly on me is already killing my legs. He took a glance at Daisie, who was deshelling her shrimp. “So, is Daisie going to get married and have a baby when she grows up?”

Daisie had no idea what Colton was talking about. Nicholas laughed. “I wonder which lucky b* stard will get to marry Daisie in the future.’

Nolan replied casually, “Shouldn’t those lucky b*stards first think if they’re worthy of your granddaughter?” Nicholas nodded. “It’d be nice if you could think so for the sake of Zee’s father when you married her.”

Nolan was rendered speechless.

After dinner, Maisie took the children for a walk in the yard. Daisie had brought along her bubble machine and was blowing bubbles while they were strolling in the yard.

The bubbles looked colorful under the reflection of the sunset. Maisie rubbed her hair. “Did you pester your Grandpa into buying you toys again?”

“This isn’t a gift from Grandpa. A boy gave it to me.”