Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

By the time October rolled around, Betty still preferred being held in arms over standing or walking on her own.

Every attempt by her nanny to help her stand was met with resistance, as Betty would pout and make a beeline for the couch instead. Lift her up, and she'd dangle her feet in mid-air, performing what could only be described as an aerial sit.

In short, her little ladyship's feet were apparently too noble to touch mere mortal ground.

The only thing that could possibly coax her to take a few steps forward was if Leanne and Curtis sat across from her, enticing her with their presence. Otherwise, you could place a bar of gold in front of her, and she wouldn't bat an eyelid.

Leanne fretted, "Why are you so lazy, huh? Wonder who you got that from?"

Betty, the little lazybones, was sitting on Curtis' lap, playing with some rubber blocks, while Curtis sat on the plush carpet, supporting her with one hand to prevent any falls.

With a slight flick of his right finger, he sent the block she had just stacked flying, rolling it towards Leanne's feet.

He looked up and teased, "I'm kicking soccer balls ten months a year, maybe you need some self-reflection?"

it's a wonder the national team didn't

basketball team, dazzling on the court. Leanne, on the other hand, had always

the issue really lie with

back at the distance she had covered and, not keen on retracing her path, opted to crawl onto Leanne instead, gesturing for Curtis to bring the blocks

how to dodge trouble and use people. Getting these life

said, "since she's too lazy to

If she wants cuddles, we'll give her cuddles. It's not like I'm too old or too weak

a block at him

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learn to walk when she's ready. Right now, she just

a relaxed attitude, as if the sky falling wouldn't faze him; he'd simply patch it

idlers are spoiled by their daddies,

the block and

lap, lifted her