'I- In the beginning, I hoped to bring you close to your family.'
Why was his wife taking the blame on herself?
Did she think they could be a family with those sickening people?
Alvin controlled himself from flicking on her forehead and sighed internally. Well, that's what makes her different.
He pecked on her nose tips and reminded her, to bring her out of the gloominess, "You are my family, Little Donut." His indulgent tone was pleasing to the ears.
He never considered the Matthews family as his. The only one who gave him a home was his wife. Dipping his head, he nibbled her cheek where her dimple appeared. His wife falls for silly words.
Anya probed, trying to push him away from her cheeks, "Our baby!?"
Alvin hissed softly as if he was considering his little enemy. Then he accepted, "That little brat is my family too." That's the family he needed.
