NovelGoldChapter 1820 It was pretty obvious tothat my mom, who wasn't exactly a pro at handling babies, jumped at the chance to go on a business trip with my dad, leaving little Sophie forto look after.
I glanced at Sophie, snug in my arms, her bright, innocent eyes locked onto mine, totally clueless about everything else around her. Maybe... this wasn't so bad after all.
One day, I was chilling by the bay window with a book, when I noticed that Sophie had somehow climbed out of her cradle and was givingthe cutest, most intense stare.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Are you hungry?" I asked.
Sophie tried to respond but only managed sadorable baby gibberish.
Putting my book down, I was about to mix up the formula the nanny had kindly prepped earlier, when I heard Sophie's tiny voice squeak out, "Bwother!" Those two syllables seemed like they took all the effort in the world for her to say. I stopped in my tracks, a bit unsure, and asked, "Sophie, what did you just say?" "Bwother!" she repeated, this twith more confidence, her little eyes all serious.
"Brother?" "Bwother!" Her pronunciation was definitely getting there.
In that moment, something insidejust melted. With a grin, I gently pinched her chubby cheek and said, "Yes, brother." "Bwother..." Sophie still couldn't nail the word "brother," but I was over the moon. This was her first word! My little princess had started talking.
Later, I rang up Andrew and Damita. They dropped everything and braved the freezing cold to rush over to the Aldridge Estate.
"My darling, my baby! You can talk now?" Damita exclaimed, showering Sophie's cheek with kisses.
I intended to stop her, but I was a second too late. Sophie's eyes went wide with surprise, and then she started crying her little heart out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAndrew and Damita were taken aback.
I instinctively cradled Sophie close, soothing her softly, "Sophie, don't cry, don't cry, it's Mommy." Sophie clung to my neck for dear life, refusing to let go, while repeatedly calling out, "Bwother! Bwother!" Andrew and Damita looked pretty upset. They hadn't been able to visit for a whole week due to work, and in those seven days, it seemed Sophie had completely forgotten her parents.
Damita playfully poked Sophie's little hand, "Such a cheeky little thing." "Damita...!" I was about to step in, but Sophie suddenly lunged forward and bit Damita's finger.
Damita was startled and asked, "How does she know how to bite?" "She's probably teething," I said, continuing to comfort Sophie until she calmed down.
Damita sighed, realizing her dreams of hearing "Mommy" first were m dashed it goes to show, you can't take shortcuts when it comes to parenting.
After Andrew and Damita left, I settled Sophie down for bed as usual. Even though she was tiny, she had a Ne thing for bedtstories. Every tshe listened to one, she'd drift off into a peaceful sleep and make it through the night without a fuss.
That night, like always, I picked up a fairy tale book and started spinning tales of princesses and princes for her...
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