Vireo was unable to say whether he liked the boy or not when he saw him. If he were to speak from his heart, he did like the boy because he liked all children by nature. However, never would Vireo have expected that the child that his wife wanted to adopt was actually a six-year-old child. It was not that he disliked the age of the child, but at the age of six, it was already difficult for the child to blend in with the newly formed family. Besides, Vireo would also miss out on the personal experience of raising a baby. The fun of taking care of a child with a soft little body, changing his diaper, preparing his formula powder, and also burping him would all be lost.
The hospital has an obstetrics and gynecology department, so when Vireo had some free time out of his busy schedule, he had often gone over to that department to see those children. Particularly when the nurse was bathing those babies, who had only been born about three days ago, their chubby little look made Vireo instantly have the impulse to give up his accomplishments as a surgeon and be a nurse dedicated to bathing babies instead.
He was not afraid to be covered by children's excrement. The feces of little babies were not smelly anyway. He enjoyed the process of wiping a child's butt and changing the diaper very much. That was simply a kind of mundane matter that gave life meaning. Even if that was not his biological child, so what? What he cared about was the process and the experience of living together. However, that was something this six-year-old child could not give him.
However, after just a moment, Vireo hid the regret he felt in his heart and ignored the hostility the child had towards him. Instead, he looked at the child very gently. "Tell me, what's your name? You're willing to b e adopted by us, right?"
The boy rolled his eyes at Vireo and ignored him.
Vireo was speechless. He turned around and looked at Mira. "Mira, this child and us seems to..."
Mira immediately smiled and said, "Vireo, I like this child very much. I've finally found a child that I like after searching for so many years. Let's adopt him, alright? Also, you know that I am a rather lazy person. I don't like to raise a child who was just born. It's too troublesome, and we'll have to go through all the hardships. Let me tell you something. He is very smart. He is able to pick up everything after learning i t just one. He is already able to do addition and subtraction up to a hundred. Also..."
Speaking of that, Mira secretly glanced at Vireo. Her voice also became gentle and she was exuding a kind of maternal instinct. "Also, I like this child very much, and he also liked me very much. I feel that we get along quite well"
When he heard his wife saying so, Vireo's expression also eased up a little. "Really?"
If the child was able to get along with his wife, then it was also a kind of fate. Even if the child temporarily was hostile towards him. Their relationship would slowly improve in the future. Vireo was very confident that he certainly was able to get through to the child.
Mira immediately nodded. "Really. When I first came t o see the child, he was already very dependent on me. I f I ask him to call me 'Mom' now, he would do it. If you don't believe me, look," while saying that, Mira looked at the child with a smile before she continued, "Sonny, call me mom, alright?"
The child who was called Sonny rolled his eyes at Vireo and then he looked at Mira. To be honest, when h e looked at Mira, his gaze instantly became dependent. Amidst that dependence, there was also a kind of grievance as well as a deep fear. However, what he had most in his gaze was greed. Yes, gree. With a greedy and timid tone, he called out incredulously, "Mo-Mom!"
"Yes, baby!" Mira put the child in her arms.
At that moment, Vireo was stunned at that sight. He thought that this must be the power of a mother's love. He was very relieved. On the same day, he and his wife completed the adoption papers and then took the child away.
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