The Cedillo family was busy bundling up their kid like a little Michelin Man, and Mia wasn’t spared either; her husband was making sure she looked like a bigger version.
Even though it wasn’t the dead of winter yet, out came the thick coats and grandma’s vintage wool pants for her to wear.
Mia protested, “Babe, I’m not wearing this. It totally clashes with my elegant vibe. You come to pick me up from the hospital in a million-dollar car, but then you dress me up like a country bumpkin? No way! I want to look fabulous.”
Andre, ever the patient one, coaxed her, “The trend now is ‘ugly rich.’ The uglier, the more elite. Come on, just put on another hat.”
“Honey, I’m already wearing three. I’m chubbier now than when I was pregnant!”
In her mind, Mia had envisioned herself leaving the hospital looking stunning—flowy dress, chic sunglasses, and all. But reality was far from it; she looked like a bundled-up barrel.
Andre zipped up her coat and wrapped a scarf around her neck. “Keep your neck warm; don’t want you catching a chill.”
He then slipped gloves onto her hands. “Keep these on to stay warm. We don’t need you catching a cold.”
In no time, he was putting a mask on her. Before Andre could say anything, Mia quipped, “What’s next? An oxygen mask so I don’t suffocate?”
“…”
Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter. Even Hansen was amazed by Mia’s wit. He wondered how she came up with such things.
Soon after, Molly came in from outside and saw her best friend looking like a bundled-up bear. She couldn’t help but laugh. “Mia, this is definitely the ugliest you’ve ever looked!”
Mia waddled around like a penguin. “Andre says the trend is ‘ugly rich,’ the uglier, the more elite.”
Molly could hardly stand to look. She covered her eyes, “If Andre isn’t in the fashion industry, it’s a real loss, haha!”
Before long, their little 'barrel' son was all wrapped up too.
Barrel mom and barrel son looked at each other, only their eyes visible.
Mia looked at her son and burst out laughing. “Oh my gosh, kiddo, how many layers are you wearing? I’ve got three; what about you?”
Anya counted on her fingers. “Auntie, it looks like the baby has one more layer than you.”
Mia sighed. “Oh, I lost then.”
Henry, seeing the chubby barrel in front of him, didn’t recognize who it was. He had never seen this person before.
When Mia took off her mask, revealing her face, the little guy saw it was his mom and started to smile.
“Honey, come look at our son. He recognizes me!” Mia exclaimed excitedly.
Then, Mia put the mask back on.
Henry’s eyes stayed fixed on Mia’s eyes, staring blankly.
When she took off her mask again, the little guy saw her face and smiled, sticking out his tongue.
Then, she put the mask back on. After a few times, the little guy seemed to recognize that it was his mom. He wasn’t fooled anymore.
This time, the baby’s dad handed his mom a pair of sunglasses.
And then…
Henry looked at the woman in front of him wearing sunglasses, blinked, and then looked at his familiar dad.
Everyone in the room quietly watched the little guy, waiting for his reaction.
Henry was confused: ?? Where’s mom?
The room was quiet for a minute, then Henry started to cry in his swaddle.
Two seconds later, the room was filled with his crying, mixed with the laughter of the adults.
When the child started crying, no one in the room could soothe him. In the end, the child ended up in his father’s arms, looking at his dad, still whimpering.
After teasing the little guy, Mia took off her sunglasses and mask in front of her son. “Baby, mom is here.”
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