The little one giggled mysteriously, covering his mouth with his hands. He stood on the bed vividly reporting the situation.
"In fact, it was when Daddy came back at night and instructed the bodyguards to take good care of you that I overheard it and came looking for you on my own."
"Mommy, you may not know, but I have run away from home before. It's easy to sneak out and avoid surveillance. Daddy is probably still sound asleep now. It's best to sneak out on a rainy day!"
He stood with his hands on his hips, extremely proud.
The bright blue pupils shimmered, and the long eyelashes blinked gently, revealing a hint of cunning in the depths of the eyes.
In Mavis's eyes, it was just too cute.
"So Mommy, can I stay here please? I want to sleep with you."
Alistair came over, hugged her arm, and rubbed his soft face against her arm, acting cute.
Who can resist such a cute boy?
Mavis squeezed his little face fondly, "Okay, then I'll contact them morning to send you back."
"Okay!"
When Alistair was five years old, he was able to sleep with his mother for the first time, dancing with excitement.
"Do you tell stories?"
"Do you know how to sing? Can you sing lullabies?"
"Can I sleep on your arm?"
"Mommy! Mommy!"
The little kid was chattering away, calling out "Mommy" every minute.
The whole bedroom was filled with his youthful and excited voice, accompanied by the sound of rain outside the window, making it particularly warm.
"Before, I used to dream of you every night. You would hold me while sleeping. This scene appeared countless times in dreams, and now it has come true!"
There was a desk lamp on the bedside table, and Mavis was lying on her side blocking the light with her body. She gazed tenderly at the little kid in her arms and asked, "Does Anthony often talk to you about me?"
Alistair blinked and thought for a moment, "It's not something that is mentioned often, but Daddy would show me pictures of you and tell me not to forget what you look like. There's a wooden plaque in the ancestral hall with your name on it, and every year on your birthday, Daddy would take me there."
"Great-Grandma said that you suffered a lot to give birth to me, so I should always remember how good you're. So, Mommy, I really love you..."
Mavis felt warm and her nose was tingling as she leaned down to kiss her son's forehead in response to his affection. "I love you too. From now on, I won't leave you again. Now go to sleep."
Alistair obediently nodded and closed his eyes under the covers.
Mavis stared at his features with hot eyes.
Before returning home this time, she was nervous that her son wouldn't recognize or want anything to do with her.
But over the years, Paloma never forgot about Mavis as part of the Callahan family and often spoke well of her in front of Alistair, which made him completely accepting of her now.
Paloma had always been a very good elder who had taken care of Mavis when she was part of the Callahan family before.
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