Because of his words, Thomas was happy all night long. Even after Emma read him a fairy tale and told him to go to bed, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
After all, he had only known Dylan for a short time and had not formed a strong preference. Furthermore, his desire to meet his biological father might have stemmed from a deep-rooted longing in his blood. But now that he had met his father, who did not please his mother, naturally, Tommy, who favored his mother, would not like Dylan as much.
Maybe for him, whoever treated him well would be his dad.
Emma, puzzled, asked, "Tommy, why aren't you sleeping?"
"Mom." He blinked and thought about his warming relationship with Robert, feeling a little excited, but, because of his childlike shyness, he didn't want to share his thoughts. Rolling around on the small bed, he buried his face in the soft pillow, suppressing the urge to laugh, and asked with feigned depth, "What should I wear to the park tomorrow afternoon?"
