Looking at me with his big eyes, Arron tilted his head a little and sweetly asked, “Mommy, how long will we continue staying at the imperial palace?”
My expression froze.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong? Don’t you like it here?”
Arron shook his head.
“It’s not like that…When will Beryl become normal again? I miss her, Ian, and our home. I want to go back to the border pack.”
Relief flowed through me as I knew the reason Arron actually wanted to leave.
I patted his cheek and asked him in a teasing voice, “And I suppose you miss Alva as well, right?”
Arron’s cheeks turned red and he shyly covered half his face with the quilt. I ruffled his hair with a sigh.
“Sorry, sweetie. Mommy knows you don’t have the same freedom in the imperial palace that you had in the border pack. You’re confined here, and you have to bandage your face. Sweetie, just hang on for a little while longer. We will leave soon.”
Then, I tucked him in again and kissed him on the forehead.
“No.”
Arron stuck his head out of the quilt and held my hand.
“Mommy, I’m fine. It’s okay. I can adjust to this place. I’ve just noticed that you’re unhappy here and you seem to worry about too many things every day.”
Arron’s eyes were crystal clear and reflected my deeply buried emotions. As I watched my cute and sensible son, I was touched for a moment, but also felt guilty at the same time. My mind flashed back to Laura saying children needed their father.
Honestly, it made complete sense.
My heart clenched painfully. I grasped Arron’s hand and asked him in a shaky voice, “Sweetie, do you want a father?”
“No.”
Crystal’s POV
I nervously waited for my son’s answer, afraid that it would crumble the foundation I had been building around my fragile heart.
A knot of dread formed in the pit of my stomach, and I found myself starting to think that Laura was right.
Children did need their father to be present in their lives.
And while my twins might not be old enough to make rational decisions, they were certainly old enough to know what they did and did not want.
I couldn’t be so selfish that I would inflict my own choices upon them.
“What’s wrong, Mommy?”
My little boy tugged at a strand of hair hanging on my forehead and gazed at me quizzically.
Jolting back to my senses, I tried to compose myself and act as though nothing was bothering me.
“It’s nothing. Mommy was just thinking of something. Sweetie, you haven’t answered Mommy’s question. Do you want a father?”
Arron’s lips puckered, and his brows furrowed.
“Are you getting married, Mommy?” I blinked at him, surprised by his response.
“Well…No. No, I’m not. It’s just that…The other children all have a Daddy. Don’t you envy them, Arron? Don’t you want a Daddy, too?”
My son’s expression shifted, and he gave me a smile that belied his young age.
“I don’t envy them. Arron only wants Mommy. There’s nothing much different between the other kids and me. I don’t lack anything.”
“Mommy is concerned that you will have regrets in the future.”
I held my son’s chubby face in my hands and peppered it with kisses.
“I will not have regrets as long as Mommy is by my side!”
Arron shot up to his feet and also took my face in his stubby fingers, and then planted a big, fat kiss on my cheek.
When he pulled back, there was a serious glint in his eye.
“Besides, Mommy told me that our father was a great war hero. He died in the battlefield and brought honor to our family. That’s why, Mommy, when I grow up, I will also become a fierce warrior like Daddy.”
My son’s words warmed my heart. I sniffed back my tears and whispered, “Do you really mean that, Sweetie?”
“Of course! Arron is an honest kid. Arron never lies!”
The little boy puffed up his chest and lifted his chin with pride. I was torn between laughing and crying. I picked him up and placed him on my lap.
“All right, Mommy believes in you.”
“That’s good,” Arron said emphatically.
I cuddled him for a while, but then he pulled back again with a frown.
“But if Mommy feels lonely and wants to get married, I’m willing to have a new Daddy. But you must tell Arron first.”
Amused, I chuckled and pinched his cheek.
“Don’t worry. Mommy has no plans in getting you a new Daddy. A stepfather is out of the question.”
Arron cocked his head to the side and peered at me, probably trying to determine whether I was lying or not.
“Okay!” he nodded after a moment.
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