Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 593

When I finally made it back to the country, it had already been five days.

Exhausted, I headed straight home. Other than a few nannies, plus Serena and Brandon, Alicia's presence was notably absent. She had returned to Rosemont two days prior to handle the situation with her matchmaking date. She couldn't avoid it forever.

Then there was the incident with Sean getting injured—punished severely by his father's strict hand. That man was ruthless; even with serious injuries, he still managed to come after Alicia.

"Ma... Ma... Ma..." I was playing with Serena, tickling her little toes, when she suddenly let out a few garbled sounds.

"Ma, ma, ma..." she repeated.

I paused, stunned, then the nanny holding Brandon exclaimed with delight, "Oh my, is Serena calling out for mommy now?!"

Calling for mommy?

I snapped back to reality, a wave of joy washing over me. Curiously, I watched Serena's mouth, "Serena, can you say 'mommy' again?"

Serena gazed back, her tiny fingers in her mouth, dribbling clear drool everywhere. After I wiped her chin clean with a napkin, I coaxed her, "Come on, say 'mom-my'."

I enunciated each syllable, but Serena, oblivious, just stared with her large, enchanting eyes, her lashes as thick and dramatic as sunflowers, utterly adorable and beautiful.

"Ms. Finch, don't worry, Serena is just starting to babble. It's unconscious; she doesn't know what she's saying. Give her some time, she'll understand soon enough." The nanny quickly reassured me.

Having children later in life, most people my age had kids already in school, capable of small chores, while here I was, overjoyed by an unconscious babble.

I tried to compose myself, nodding, "I see, it's my first time being a mom, so I'm a bit clueless. Is it normal for Brandon to start talking later?"

I glanced over at the nanny holding Brandon.

Brandon, absorbed in studying his hands, looked up curiously when he heard his name.

"Boys tend to start speaking later than girls, but it varies. As long as they're healthy and happy, that's what matters." The nanny responded.

I wasn't sure about the details, but as long as Serena and Brandon were growing up well, that was enough.

I spent the night trying to capture a moment of Serena calling "mommy" on my phone, but all I got was her saying "da, da, da."

The nanny suggested she might be trying to say "daddy."

My heart sank. It wasn't that I didn't want Serena to learn "daddy" first, but I couldn't give her a father. One day, she and Brandon would envy other kids for having dads and ask me where theirs was...

The thought gave me a headache.

I looked at the video on my phone, ultimately deciding not to share my joy with anyone else.