"Mommy…" Demien wiped off his manly tears with his fingers.
"Yes, baby," Marliene answered his firstborn wholeheartedly. Her dry eyes became swollen with tears.
Demien and Duke Brice were like two peas in a pot. Their aura, face, facial expression were identical. It was like a copy and paste. Demien was the mini Brice.
Having to say that, both had tough personalities. Rarely did they shed any single tear. Having a huge responsibility as the future duke, he refused to disgrace himself with pathetic emotions. He struggled with the same thing as his father.
Putting their pride as the men in the house, they refused to let them see they had any weakness.
So, watching his son crumble down in front of her, tearing off his calm facade, giving his naked feeling to her, she couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks.
"Mommy is here." Marliene tightened her arms around her children.
