Anya had been lying on the sofa and chatting with the girls for a long time. Phil had got the dinner ready.
But the baby woke up in the bedroom while they were about to eat. The baby was crying loudly.
Anya thought Phil had been busy cooking and must be tired. Then she stood up and said, "You eat first. I'll go get her."
Phil just stopped her, "Eat. I'm on it."
Phil had long legs. He said it, went past Anya, and walked over to the bedroom. Anya had no idea what she should do.
She couldn't understand why the baby was sleeping all the time while she was lying and chatting on the sofa. And she just woke up at dinner time.
Of course, Anya couldn't eat alone while Phil had cooked dinner and taken care of the baby. She dissolved the baby formula and passed the feeder to Phil after he had changed the diaper for the baby.
With the baby in his arms, Phil sat on the sofa beside the bed and began feeding her softly.
Seeing that Anya wasn't gonna leave, he raised his eyes and said gently, "Go and have dinner first, or it will get cold."
Anya didn't say anything. Instead, she just sat beside him and waited for him to finish feeding the baby.
Phil glanced at her and let her stay since he knew how stubborn she was.
But out of their expectation, the baby didn't feel like sleeping after she finished drinking milk. She kept her big dark eyes open and looked around in Phil's arms.
Phil just thought she was too cute, so he couldn't help leaning closer to her and rubbing her soft cheek lightly. But the baby burst into tears uncomfortably, which confused him a lot.
What happened? Did she hate to be close to him?
He saw Anya kiss and rub her cheeks. But why did the baby cry when he did that?
Phil felt deeply hurt.
"Your beard is scratchy!" Anya spoke their baby's mind. She had been there herself and understood why the baby cried. She used to be pricked by his beards a lot.
"I see." Phil took a tumble. His beard had grown out a bit after a whole day long. The skin of the newborn baby was so soft and delicate that she cried out of pain when he rubbed his face against hers.
He apologized to the crying baby in his arms immediately, "Sorry, sweetie. It's daddy's fault."
But his baby girl was a real piece of work. It was nothing but a little prick on the face but she kept crying her eyes out, which was the same as her mother, who was hard to coax and comfort once she got mad.
Finally, he soothed the baby and stopped her from crying again. And he was sweating like hell.
But he didn't forget Anya who was sitting beside him. He raised his eyes and said, "She's not sleeping. Would you like to go eat first?"
He asked her opinion this time, but Anya just snorted, "I'm not hungry. You've pissed me off and I've had enough of you today. You go eat first. I'll stay with her."
Phil was speechless.
He only asked if she would like to have dinner first. Was it necessary for her to complain a lot like that?
He knew she wasn't gonna go eat first, then he decided to compromise, "OK. I'll go eat first."
Saying it, he put the baby onto the bed lightly. Anya stayed to take care of her while he turned around to leave for dinner first.
Phil had hired a babysitter, a driver, a cook, and a cleaner for Anya in advance when he thought the baby would live with her. He did his best to enable Anya to live an extravagant life, and he didn't want her to be worn out because of raising the baby.
But he fired the babysitter and the driver later when Anya agreed to let the baby live with him. He wasn't gonna hire a babysitter because he would take care of the baby himself and he believed he could do it with ease.
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