The first thing Mark did after his meeting was to call Arianne. “How is it? All is fine, isn’t it? No cause for concerns?”
Arianne had just about finished her business at the pediatric department, so she had the mood to poke fun. “Hmm, are you asking about your son or me?”
Mark’s lips quivered. “I’m asking about both. Don’t try to bait me.”
Arianne espied Smore slumbering gently in Mary’s arms and replied, “It was nothing big. There’s no fever; he’s just suffering from a very mild case of cold, a runny nose, and coughs. The doctor said he’s too young for medication, so it’s down to making sure he’s all warmed up and drinking plenty of warm water. That’s the same order for me, too. I’m gonna breastfeed him, so I can’t take pills. So, yep, please have Brian send us home.”
Mark glanced at his wristwatch. “I’ll come personally. I have the time, anyway.”
He drove and fetched the group back to the Tremont Estate. Once they arrived home, Mary immediately brought the child into the nursery room while Mark swooped Arianne off her feet and bolted into their bedroom.
“We didn’t have fun at all last night, did we? Let me return what I owe you,” he declared.
Arianne’s cheeks began to burn. “In the middle of the day?” she exclaimed softly. “So this is why you personally sent us home? It’s all for this? God, you’re quite something, aren’t you…”
Smelling the scent of milk from him, she giggled, prompting him to stare at her quizzically. “What’s so funny?”
“Change into a new one before you go out later, alright?” Arianne said as she unbuttoned his blazer. “On our way to the hospital, our little sweetie had spilled milk all over your shirt. And now look at you, all manly and masculine while giving out this babyish-milky smell. It’s just the drollest, funniest thing ever! Hahaha!”
Mark finally understood what happened. His eyes darkened a little before he buried his head into her neck.
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