Dolores asked subconsciously, " What kind of identity?"
"It's a secret," Samuel said mysteriously.
Dolores didn't take it to her heart. Samuel was like a friend to that teacher, and the two of them had a
lot of secrets between them. Even though his teacher was not very reliable, he really cared for Samuel.
"Mommy, tonight, can you sleep with me? Samuel put his arms around her neck and said coquettishly.
Dolores said, "Of course you can."
"Then is he going to get jealous?" Samuel blinked his eyes and spoke.
Dolores frowned, "Who is getting jealous?"
"Daddy." Samuel was talking about Matthew. He couldn't do it as smoothly as Simona.
Matthew was not beside him since he was a child, so he had gotten sensible. Therefore, Samuel had
not yet been attuned to calling Matthew his daddy suddenly.
Dolores held her son's face and squeezed it. His delicate little face changed shape in between her
palms, "You are my son. How else dare to have an opinion if I want to hug my own son to sleep?"
“Hehe…”
Samuel lay inside Dolores's arms and laughed furtively.
At night after dinner, when Simona heard that Dolores was going to sleep with Samuel, she did not
agree and insisted that she wanted to sleep together with them too.
She hugged Dolores's legs tightly and said pettishly, "Mommy, I don't care. I want to sleep with you too.
You shouldn't be biased and only sleep with Samuel alone.
Dolores bent down and picked her daughter up and said, "Okay, mommy will sleep with both of you
tonight."
The little girl laughed happily and spoke aggrievedly, "Mommy, it's been a long time since you hug me
to sleep and tell me bedtime stories. Daddy has been hogging you for too long."
Victoria came out from the kitchen with cut fruits and heard what Simona had said. Victoria then said
resentfully, "Did I not tell you bedtime stories before?"
The little was very clear about it, "Your bedtime stories and mommy's bedtime stories are two different
things."
Victoria was nice to her, so she was willing to follow her. However, Simona had a deeper feeling for
Dolores since she was the one who had been telling Simona bedtime stories every day since young.
From the bottom of her heart, Simona was still more closed to Dolores.
"How is it different?" Victoria intentionally teased her.
Of course, she knew that a child's love for their mother was irreplaceable.
The little girl pouted her lips and thought for a long time. "Mommy gave birth to me, you didn't give birth
to me."
At this time, Matthew came into the room and heard what his daughter had said. A smile bloomed from
his face.
"Daddy." The little girl kicked her little feet in the air, wanting to come down. Dolores bent down and put
her onto the ground. Once the little girl's feet touched the floor, she ran towards Matthew, screaming
enthusiastically.
Matthew had a suit jacket over his shoulders. Dolores came over, took the jacket, and hung it on the
hanger.
He bent down and hugged his daughter who was running towards him. He tried to touch her face, but
at a second thought, he didn't do it because he had just come back from the outside and hadn't washed
his hands yet.
"Daddy, mommy said she's going to hug me and Samuel to sleep." The little girl said boastingly.
Matthew raised his eyebrows and looked towards Dolores. She acted as if she didn't see it, walked to
the sofa, sat down, and ate the cut fruits.
Matthew put his daughter down on the sofa and went to wash his hands.
When he came out, Victoria asked him caringly, "Have you had your dinner yet?"
He didn't look at her but replied with a faint hum.
However, Victoria was satisfied enough with how they were getting along. Whenever she asked him,
and he would reply, it's already good enough, unlike before he would not respond at all.
She took off the apron and went into her study.
Leaving the space for them.
Matthew sat down on the table, picked up his daughter, and put her down on his lap. He laced his
fingers around the messy hair on her ears and said, "Just now, who did you say give birth to you?"
The little girl replied without any hesitation, "Mommy gave birth to me."
"Then did you know, your mother couldn't give birth to you by herself?"
Simona blinked her eyes and didn't understand what he meant. She tilted her head and thought about
it, but she still couldn't figure it out. She was born from mommy alone, right?
"I was born from mommy alone." Simona emphasized, "Mommy gave birth to me alone."
"If you don't believe me, you can go ask your mommy. Without me, how could she give birth to you?"
An uninhibited smile appeared between his eyebrows.
Dolores was beside him. As she heard what he said, she nearly spitted out the cherry tomatoes in her
mouth.
Naturally, the little girl wouldn't have understood what he meant. She naively asked Dolores, "Mommy,
I'm born from you alone, right? This has nothing to do with daddy, right?"
Dolores threw a glare at Matthew, this man...
She picked up her daughter and said, "Let mommy bring you to shower."
Matthew also got up and followed behind them.
Dolores looked back, "I'm going to shower our daughter. Why are you following us?"
"I'll wait at the door. When you finish showering her, you can help me shower too."
Dolores was speechless.
'Can you don't be so shameless!'
The words almost broke out from her mouth.
Matthew approached her, kissed her on the face, turned around, and went upstairs.
Dolores was speechless once again.
Simona blinked her eyes, feeling a little displeased. Daddy kissed mommy, why didn't he kiss her too?
Samuel had already gone inside the bedroom after dinner and had already taken his shower. He wore
grey-colored, silk-textured pajamas and sat on the bed with his legs crossed, lowered his head solving
mathematical questions on his tablet.
Hearing the sounds, he raised his head and saw Dolores holding Simona in her arms and let out a sigh
as if he had expected that his little sister would definitely pester Dolores once she knew that Samuel
was going to sleep with Dolores.
"Are you not happy with me?" Simona raised her head.
Samuel gave her a big warm smile and said, "Of course not, how could I not welcome my own sister?"
The little girl smiled and hugged Dolores, "Mommy, let's go shower."
Samuel shook her head, thinking when this child would grow up.
Dolores saw that, and stressed, "She's your sister, but she's also a child."
Simona wasn't childish, it's just that Samuel was precocious.
Dolores took Simona into the bathroom and turned on and let warm water flow into the bathtub. After
she felt the water temperature was suitable, she turned around to undress her daughter. Who knew,
Simona had already undressed, sitting on the small stool.
Simona looked fair and tender like a little porcelain doll. Dolores picked her up and put her into the
bathtub. The little girl swam around in the bathtub, "Mommy, I can swim inside here."
Dolores pulled her daughter, "Don't move around, I'm going to wash your hair."
The little girl was restless, "Mommy, come shower with me."
"I'll shower after I finish showering you," Dolores said.
The little girl liked to play in the water, and the warm water was comfortable too. She moved restlessly
in the bathtub, splashing water everywhere.
Dolores's body was soaked after showering Simona.
She wrapped her daughter in a towel, carried her to a dry area, and changed her into pajamas. The
spacious bathroom was separated into dry and wet areas, which was very convenient.
Simona and Samuel's pajamas were hand-made by Dolores. They were made of comfortable clothes,
but the only difference was the colors. Simona's pajamas were a goose yellow color, which matched
her skin color, and she looked very cute in them.
Dolores dried her daughter's hair, put on slippers for her, and let her play herself outside.
It was her turn to shower. Her whole body was wet, and due to her daughter's restlessness in the
bathroom, she was sweating as well. It would feel uncomfortable if she didn't take the shower.
She removed her clothes and got into the bathtub. Then, she suddenly realized that she didn’t have
any pajamas in the downstairs bathroom.
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