"Is that so?" Robert Thomson glanced at Emma Smith, then in the direction they had left. "How? Your mother is both petty and heartless... Ah!"
A kick landed squarely on Robert's shin, and he let out a cry before grinning sheepishly. "Tommy is still in my arms, you know."
Emma glared at him, and Robert chuckled. "What? Did I wrong you? In your heart, I'm definitely NO.2."
"You should be content," Emma retorted, "when our child is born, you'll be NO.3, no, NO.∞."
"I don't have much to ask for, just that when our child is born, you treat him the same as you treat Tommy." Robert knew he couldn't challenge Tommy's importance in Emma's heart in a short period. Besides, he had no ill feelings towards Tommy now. After all, it was just raising a child, and he wouldn't lack the money for it. Robert smiled. "Do you like having a younger brother?"
Thomas Smith nodded: "Yeah, I like it!"
