Mr. Lewis’ Good Son
“Let me hold him,” Boris eagerly offered when he heard Nancy’s words. “Mom, you’ve worked hard.”
Nancy retorted sourly. “What’s so hard about holding my own grandson? It’s you, our guest, who
shouldn’t be
bothered to hold the child ”
Boris stood up with a smile and walked over to her. He reached out to take the baby, saying, “Mom, let
me do it.”
After saying this, Boris nervously looked at Ewen, afraid that he would cry like he did when they were in
Japera City
last time, just by seeing Boris.
One second….
Two seconds…
This time, Ewen didn’t cry, but instead stared at him with curious eyes.
Nancy asked again, “You have never held a baby before, do you know how to hold a baby? Don’t hurt
my precious
grandson.”
Boris blurted out, “I’ve learned how to.”
Nancy looked surprised and skeptical.
Boris, however, was solely focused on little Ewen and didn’t notice her reaction.
Max chimed in. “If he’s willing to hold the baby, let him. It will save you some trouble.”
Nancy reluctantly nodded her head, still not letting him off easily. “Ziana doesn’t have a new boyfriend
now, so it’s
okay for him to hold the baby. But when Ziana gets a new husband, Ewen will naturally have a new dad
to hold him. At
that time, he cannot hold the baby or see Ziana anymore.”
Max quickly echoed. “That makes sense. It was really not appropriate at that time.”
He observed Nancy’s expression and then suddenly changed his tone. “But now that he wants to hold
the baby, let him hold him. Let him tire himself out, and maybe you won’t find him so annoying to look
at.”
“That’s a good idea,” Nancy said to Boris, “You hold him.”
Boris’ heart was pounding nervously, but his hands were steady as he reached out to take the baby.
He carefully cradled little Ewen in his arms, using the techniques he had secretly learned beforehand.
He maintained his position and sat down on the sofa, not daring to move a muscle.
Although his face looked serious and determined, he was secretly thrilled.
His son didn’t cry the moment he saw him!
Was this the unspoken understanding between father and son?
Boris was so excited that he only had eyes for little Ewen and didn’t notice the two people next to him.
Nancy was almost speechless.
Just a moment ago, Nancy was very curious when Boris had said he had learned how to hold a baby.
Now, she couldn’t help but twitch her mouth as she watched him.
She coughed lightly and said, “He’s a baby, not a torch. You don’t have to hold him up so high. If
someone didn’t know better, they would think you were a torchbearer for the Olympic Games. Here’s a
fun fact for you: holding a baby
is something you can do while moving, blinking, and even talking Amazing, isn’t it?”
Boris slowly turned his head, afraid that any sudden movement might make Ewen cry.
“I know how to hold him… I just want him to get used to me first,” he said.
With that, he slowly put Ewen down, but still maintained the same posture.
However, Ewen started waving his arms and legs and grumbling, clearly not satisfied with the position..
Boris, not understanding what was wrong, asked quietly, “Is there something uncomfortable?”
Ewen’s grumbling grew louder, and he seemed like he was about to cry any moment.
Boris looked to the two people across from him for help.
Nancy couldn’t help but speak up. “The way you’re holding him is for newborn babies because they’re
soft and need to be supported at the head and waist. But Ewen is eight months old now and can sit and
crawl. He’s naturally active,
and if you hold him like this, of course he won’t be comfortable.”
Boris was confused.
He had learned this technique from Ziana’s prenatal teacher and thought it was a universal way to hold
a baby.
“So…” he pursed his lips. “Mom, can you show me how to hold him?”
Nancy pouted and said, “Like I did earlier, let him sit on your lap.”
Boris learned quickly, and sure enough, once Ewen was sitting comfortably on his lap, he stopped
fussing.
Ewen had a face that looked just like Boris’, and now father and son were sitting together, looking
completely
adorable like a scaled-down version of each other.
Since holding Ewen for the first time, Boris had completely fallen for him.
Boris and Ewen stared at each other with big eyes, never tiring of each other’s company.
Max grabbed Nancy’s hand and said, “Let’s go upstairs and talk for a bit.”
Nancy knew exactly what he meant.
He wanted to give the father and son some alone time.
She teased him by saying, “Can’t we talk here?”
Max replied, “Our private conversations as a couple shouldn’t be heard by others,” and led her away.
Once they were gone, Ewen stopped crying and fussing, but he still had a serious look on his face.
Boris didn’t know how to entertain children and was extremely nervous, so he also had a serious
expression on his
face.
Suddenly, Ewen smiled at Boris.
Boris was overjoyed and about to celebrate, but then he felt a warm sensation on his thigh, followed by
a pungent
smell in the air.
Ewen had just pooped!
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