Alarm bells went off in Mark’s mind. “You two can’t possibly intend on leaving me with two kids, could you? I’ll go mad! You’re not allowed to leave!”
Arianne wasn’t about to listen. “We’ll be back soon. You’re not going out anyway, so why can’t you watch them? One of them is your son and the other is your best friend’s son. Thanks for the help!”
She quickly slipped away after that. Mark’s protest remained suspended in his throat. He’d never had to take care of two kids before. What if they both wake up all of a sudden? The very thought of it was a nightmare…
Tiffany twisted her body around along to the loud music as she drove. “I never had the guts to be reckless whenever the baby was in the car. I suddenly feel as if the world is perfect again. Mark Tremont’s time has finally arrived!”
Arianne smiled quietly. She was imagining how unprepared Mark would be when the kids awoke. Would he call her at once and urge her to come home?
To their surprise, they received no word from Mark, even though they had been out for more than three hours. Tiffany shifted uncomfortably. “This can’t be. My son doesn’t sleep that long. He cries for milk when he wakes up. Still no news from Mark?”
Arianne wasn’t sure either. “Maybe… Mary helped soothe the baby? Do you think we should go home now?”
Tiffany couldn’t help worrying, so they had to end their shopping trip, for now.
They returned to the Tremont Estate to find absolute silence downstairs. Tiffany put down all of her shopping items and scurried upstairs. She pushed the door open and was immediately rendered speechless. She didn’t walk any further.
Arianne followed her upstairs and looked in as well—Mark was standing in front of the cot, holding Aristotle and playing with Plato. Aristotle no longer viewed the baby with enmity but was carefully reaching out to touch Plato’s little cheeks. He looked amazed and excited.
To label Mark as “super dad” would not be an overstatement after this. He was perfectly capable of handling two kids and didn’t need Mary’s help. But the most miraculous of all? Contrary to Tiffany’s earlier prediction, Plato was actually behaving himself, lying down quietly instead of crying.
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