Cody blinked. The group of people crouched around the sofa, holding their breath and quietly waiting. They also discussed who the little one would call first.
Cody’s grandpa, grandma, mom, and uncle were all expecting to be called first, arguing.
Only Kingsley didn't care about it. He was wearing a dark blue shirt, which accentuated his elegance and charm. He slightly rolled up his sleeves, looking relaxed.
He crossed his long, straight legs as he tapped on his knees with a strong air of confidence.
He believed that he was Cody's favorite person in the whole family.
Every night before going to bed, he kissed the little one's tender cheeks, taught him to say "dad", and then said good night to him.
The first word his son learned was sure to b e "dad”.
Under the gaze of expectation from everyone, Cody finally said in a childish voice, "Bingo!"
Immediately, the villa fell silent.
It was so quiet that the sound of a pin falling to the ground could be heard clearly.
Kingsley was stunned. His face froze as he rubbed his forehead with his long fingers.
However, Cathy sniffed danger.
Her intuition was right. Kingsley announced, "From now on, you're not allowed to go to the bingo hall."
Cathy had never thought that the good news would end her career of playing bingo.
Of course, that was not the only consequence of the incident.
Cody would have to have a lesson every night.
The tall man stood upright with his hands o n the stroller, saying, "Dad."
The little boy wasn't listening. He kicked his short legs vigorously and blew bubbles while playing with toys.
Sherman knew he suffered a blow today, trying hard to keep a straight face. "You're too serious. He's too young. When he's a little older, he'll naturally call you Dad." Kingsley curved his thin lips into a tender smile, continuing, "Dad..."
Sherman was speechless.
Cody didn't disappoint his father, who persisted in teaching him. He called his father first, though it sounded more like "tat " than "dad".
The man that was always calm could no longer hide his happiness.
Kingsley sat on the sofa while Sherman held Cody and taught him to speak. "Moon!"
The little one could walk now. He fidgeted, wiggling his butt as he said unhappily, " Mow!"
Sherman continued patiently, "Cough."
"Golf!" "Dog!"
"Doll!"
Sherman couldn't help laughing with amusement. It was fun listening to Cody speaking.
Kingsley chuckled. He had never known raising a child was so enjoyable.
Nightgown
Sherman, Summer, and Grace went shopping.
The other two stopped at a lingerie store, while Sherman was not interested. She didn't want to wait anymore and kept urging them.
Grace pulled her. "Come on. Pick one."
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