“Mommy, where are you now?” Larry had waited for fifteen minutes, yet his mother was still not home yet.

Vivian knew she was near the neighborhood when the familiar row of shops came into sight. “I’m almost home now.”

She soon arrived home and was changing into slippers in the doorway. It startled her when she suddenly heard Larry’s voice from behind, “Mommy.”

She spun around to see Larry looking at her, his gaze shining with awe.

The next moment, the little boy furrowed his brows and said, “Mommy, don’t forget about Daddy.”

With that, he turned and left for his bedroom.

 

The little boy waited up for his mother so that she would come home early. Now that his mission was accomplished, he could finally cast his worries away and go to bed.

Meanwhile, Vivian was amused by her son’s remark. Is he worried that I might find him a stepfather?

 

As she entered the washroom, she noticed Larry had helped squeeze toothpaste on her toothbrush and had the towel prepared for her. At that instant, she felt warmth in her heart.

With a heartfelt smile, she murmured, “Little pumpkin, you’re starting to look like your father.”

her teeth and removed her

she saw a note with neat handwriting on the nightstand, which wrote: Goodnight,

her face. Soon she fell

usual. Every day, Vivian would recharge herself by spending some family time with Larry after a tiring day at work. The little boy had always shown his care and

to look

his facial expressions and behavior similar to Finnick’s. He was just

characters and personalities. Finnick was a

was more, Larry was the crystallization of

long as the boy

the others were all talking

desk, she asked her colleague sitting next to her, “What

haven’t heard about it? You’re going to interview the president of a

help

clear her doubts. “Vivian,

the news when she arrived at the office. Seeing Vivian at her cubicle, she called her into her

bad feeling about it, yet she had no choice but to

asked Vivian to take a

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