Upstairs, Mia pulled out her custom-made dress from the closet. As she slipped it on, she asked, "Having any troubles lately?"
Molly, seated on a nearby stool, looked curious. "Mia, isn't it weird sharing a bed with Andre?"
Mia turned to her best friend and chuckled. "What's weird about it? It's totally normal for couples."
Molly sighed. "Guess I'm the odd one out then."
...
Downstairs, the little guy started crying, loud but without tears. Leo smirked and said, "A man's cry without tears isn't real." Right then, the little actor's tears suddenly streamed down.
Andre, usually stern, softened at the sight of his adorable son.
He stood up, cradling his son, patting his back gently. "Why the tears, buddy? Even girls don’t cry as much as you."
The child’s sobbing echoed in his father’s ears.
Soon after, Mia came down the stairs in her dress.
Just as the little one was calming down, he saw his mom and got all excited, squirming like he wanted to fly into her arms.
But Mia, focused on her husband, ignored him. "How’s the dress look?" she asked.
The little one squirmed more, and Andre, fearing he'd fall, supported him with a hand on his back and another gently pressing his head. "Looks good," he said. Men and their brief compliments.
The family chatted away, not paying much attention to the little one, until his frustration peaked.
His cheeks puffed up, mouth wide open, silencing the living room.
Everyone turned to the tearful little darling, his tears streaming like his grandfather's when he was mad.
This time, Andre's soothing didn't work; the more he tried, the louder the child cried. "Mia, come quick, he needs you."
"Coming, mommy’s here," Mia said, taking her plump little son into her arms.
She leaned back slightly, took a soft tissue from Anya, and dabbed at his tears and drool.
The boy’s cries turned to whimpers in his mom’s arms.
"You’re usually fine with your dad, even during baths. Why so clingy now?"
Naomi chimed in, "It only took a few days for Leo to be the same. Stick to his dad for just two hours, and any longer meant a meltdown."
Molly asked, "What about me?"
Naomi revealed the truth. "You? No one could compete for you."
Before Molly, it was a boys' household.
Even with Molly, it stayed a boys' domain.
Naomi adored her daughter, Bruce cherished his sister, and Andre would rush home from school to cuddle his little sister. Not to mention the joy of the parents who had a daughter later in life, always eager for a hug upon returning home.
Anya sympathetically added, "Poor Chad then, huh?"
Naomi pointed at her son. "If you knew the mischief he's been up to, you wouldn't pity him; you'd be disgusted."
Anya: "What?"
Mia: "Hmm?"
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