Edwards walked to the door of the bedroom and saw that all the lights in the bedroom had been turned on. On the huge bed, there were all sorts of cloth dolls. Emma was wearing a set of milky-white pajamas, with a little ball of hair tied around her head that spanned across a long distance. Many of her playful hair had fallen out, outlining her exquisite and beautiful face. She is giving her dolls a lesson. Next to a small drawing board, she is holding a brush, seriously painting a small flower.
"Emma..." When Edwards saw this messy bed of toys, he immediately felt troubled.
"Daddy!" Emma suddenly raised her head, threw the brush and drawing board aside, got off the bed quickly, and ran over to him.
Edwards squatted down, and gently hugged his daughter in his arms. He curiously asked her: "What are you doing?"
"I was waiting for you. Why didn't you come back earlier? Is it because Mummy is not home that you're disobedient?" Emma pouted her small mouth and started to teach her dad a lesson like a little adult.
Edwards could not help but laugh out loud, "You must keep this a secret for father, and you must not tell Mummy or else father will be scolded!"
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I'm about to fall asleep. Daddy, go take a shower, I have to finish this drawing lesson for my dolls." Emma was no longer the childish little girl she was now. She liked to imitate the actions of adults.
"Alright, daddy will come over after taking a shower!" Edwards kissed his daughter's forehead and let her down.
When he came out of his shower, he found that this bed was filled with traces of a brush.
Can he still sleep on this bed?
Edwards could only console himself in his heart: this is his own flesh and blood!
Emma took the basket and picked up her toys one by one. After that, she carried her favorite doll and laid on the bed, blinking her large black eyes as she looked at Edwards. "Daddy, when will Mummy return?"
Edwards gently caressed her little arm and patted it: "She will be back the day after tomorrow. When that time comes, you will be able to see her. Sleep now."
"Daddy, would you miss her? Or am I the only one who misses her? Brother said he didn't miss mom." Emma blinked her sleepy eyes and asked while yawning.
"Does George really not miss Lily? He must be lying!" When Edwards thought of his son, he couldn't help but laugh. The little guy had grown up, and had his own little ideas. He was a little less close to his father, which makes Edwards a little upset. Daughter was better. She's clingy and joyful.
"Un, I also think so!" Emma laughed mischievously as she hugged one of her father's arms and closed her eyes.
Edwards turned off the lights. Emma leaned on his arm again, whispering: "Daddy, I'm scared!"
"What are you afraid of?"
"I'm just afraid!" No reason.
Edwards pulled her small body into his embrace and used his hand to lightly pat her back. "Don't be afraid, Daddy will protect you!" Only then did Emma peacefully sleep. Edwards could not help but exhale deeply, and as expected, without Lily, everything was not as peaceful as before.
At first, he only thought of having children, but now, he realized how wrong he was.
She had only been away for a few days and the child had lost their sense of security. Even he was worried about her every day. If he had only brought the children up with him, how timid would his daughter be now?
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