Since school had not yet begun for Little Jelly Bean, she was playing with her brother in the baby’s room.
Little Jelly Bean spoke in a prideful tone, “Monty, little brother is asleep now. I managed to coax him to sleep!”
Verian patted the little rascal’s head as she stared at her with a loving gaze. She then said, “It seems like I won’t have anything to worry about anymore in future. Our Jelly Bean is able to take care of her little brother.”
The babysitter said, “Yes, madam. Jelly Bean has been watching over her little brother at home and that saved me a whole lot of trouble. Little Jelly Bean sure is a good child.”
“Yeah, our Jelly Bean is an obedient child.”
Verian squatted down and gave Little Jelly Bean a kiss while hugging her.
Little Jelly Bean noticed a letter in Verian’s hand. She asked, “Monty, what’s that?”
“This is a notification telling me that the wedding dress I’ve designed had successfully made it through the preliminary entries. However, I have no idea who entered it for me.”
Little Jelly Bean asked as she mumbled, “Could it be daddy?”
“That’s what I thought as well. I’ll ask him later when he gets back.”
Besides, only Heaton had seen her drafts and not to mention, who else would enter for her aside from Heaton anyway?
She wanted to share this amazing news with him when he returned later tonight.
Verian was gently rocking the baby as the little toddler was sleeping soundly in the bassinet.
Little Jelly Bean rested her little head on her hands as she laid while staring at her brother. She said, “Monty, we need to give my little brother a nickname!”
After some thought, Verian chuckled and said, “The sister is Little Jelly Bean right? Why don’t we call him Little Pickle?”
The instant Little Jelly Bean heard that, covered her mouth and started chuckling away as she said, “Little Jelly Bean is sweet and Little Pickle is salty!”
“Why should a boy be sweet anyway? A boy should be salty! How cool would a boy be for being salty, right Little Pickle?”
Little Jelly Bean giggled and said, “You will now be known as Little Pickle!”
…
Heaton returned from work during the evening.
Verian suspiciously followed him into the study with a plate of fruits.
Heaton raised his brows slightly as he said, “I don’t feel like eating fruits right now.”
“What do you want to eat then?” Verian stared at him with wide eyes.
Heaton immediately pulled her over before sitting her on his lap as he asked, “Why are you so nice all of a sudden? Did you do something wrong?”
Verin blushed as she said, “What can I do anyway? I happen to be an extremely good woman, okay?”
“Then, what do you want to say to me?”
As Verian sat on his lap, she adjusted her posture a little. Just as she was about to jump to the main topic, Heaton started talking about her weight.
“You’ve gained quite some weight there indeed.”
Verian was speechless.
She was just about to talk to him. However, with that single comment, she pulled away his huge hands that were holding onto her waist and furiously said, “I won’t sit on your lap then! I don’t want to crush your legs anyway!”
Just as she was about to get up while she said that, she was held down by the man’s huge hand. Heaton said, “Wow, quite the reaction there?”
“Mr. Fudd, don’t you know to never talk about a woman’s weight?”
Heaton raised his brows as he agreed with her while saying, “I won’t call you fat in future then.”
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