Surprisingly, Aristotle slept all the way through until 6AM. He didn’t even wake up for his night time feed. Instead, he sucked on his fists and fingers when he woke up. His small movements woke Arianne. She stared at the tiny thing next to her. At first, she was shocked. Then, she realized that her son was hungry, so she picked him up to feed him.
This was Aristotle’s first time sharing a bed with them, so she was dazed at first. She hadn’t been able to get a good night’s sleep lately, but she managed to fall fast asleep last night. The little guy did not seem to have cried at all... He had just woken up, and he didn’t cry at all. What was going on? Was this her torturous little baby?
Mark suddenly turned in his sleep, probably because he was feeling cold from the air-conditioning. He tugged on the duvet. Only then did Arianne realize that he only had a small corner of the duvet the entire night... And the poor man had to sleep at the edge of the bed too. She used to think that the bed was wide enough, but for some reason, it felt too small with the baby around...
She reached out an arm and tucked him in, then whispered to little Aristotle in her arms, “Have you been naughty again? You’re certainly good at torturing others. Watch out, daddy might stop liking you one day.”
Aristotle was famished and couldn’t be bothered to listen to her. He suckled on his milk, as if he had been starved for the entire day. His teddy bear-like position made her giggle. “Teehee... It’s not like anyone’s fighting with you...” Just as she had spoken, she felt a fiery pair of eyes gazing at her. She turned to look and found that Mark had awoken at some point and was glaring at the suckling Aristotle...
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