Arriving downstairs, Ezra did not leave immediately. He wanted to see his boy. Searching around, he finally found Daisy and the child in the square of the community.
Daisy saw Ezra from afar, and the man was really eye-catching.
Considering that he would attract attention as soon as he came, Daisy immediately stood up and took the initiative to walk toward Ezra.
Maisie had not called her to say that this man was not allowed to see the child, so Daisy acquiesced that they could meet and took the child to Ezra on her own initiative.
"Thank you."
Ezra thanked Daisy and then bent down to tease his son in the stroller.
The man's slender fingers tickled the baby's fleshy chin and said, "It's daddy, little bun."
"Call daddy."
However, the little boy just lay in the cart kicking his short legs, babbling.
When he first saw the child downstairs, he was quite far away, and now he bent down to look at the child so closely, especially at those big bright eyes, and some indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.
Well, how could he describe that feeling?
Like a slap in the face?
Before that, if anyone mentioned the topic of the child, he would be extremely annoyed, and he would feel a headache at the thought of that "creature."
He thought that only people who were done with their lives would want kids.
For example, Julian had two kids now. He was very busy every day, busy working during the day and looking after the children at night. The rare weekend had now been designated as a family day.
And Julian told his friends bluntly that if they would like to hold a party, his house would be a perfect place. In that way, Julian could take care of his family.
At that time, Ezra truly despised Julian, thinking he was insane.
Paying his comfortable life for having two children? That was not his type anyway.
But now looking at the child giggling at him, Ezra felt it was okay to have such a creature, without the boredom and exclusion he had imagined.
Daisy explained helplessly, "He is now eight months old. Although he babbles, he is not able to call you daddy..."
No one has ever guided him to call daddy. After all, there was no such person as his father.
Ezra naturally understood the meaning of Daisy's words, but he didn't give up and continued, "Son, call Dad."
The little boy continued to laugh at him, drooling.
Daisy carefully wiped it off with a handkerchief. It was normal for a child at such an age to drool.
After that, Daisy took a careful look at Ezra. The man looked very difficult to get along with, and he was inexplicably cold. She didn't know if the baby would feel sick about this.
However, Daisy did not see any impatience and disgust on his face, but saw Ezra slightly raise a smile, "Has he always been so happy?"
"Yes."
"I've been staying with this child since he was born. He is a smile-a-lot boy. He will smile at anyone he meets. That's cute, right?"
Ezra felt surprised. He and Maisie were not people who love to laugh, but their kids seemed to be a total difference.
Since he first saw him downstairs, the little guy has been laughing happily.
He and Maisie, two cold people, gave birth to a little sweet bun?
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