Chapter 209
Looking at their soft, cute little faces, still sleepy–eyed, it’s hard not to fall in love with them.
Thalassa, holding Elowen’s chubby, soft little body, planted a warm kiss on her chubby cheek, then moved on to kiss Sophia, Dorian, and Atticus.
After smooching the four little ones, she found herself panting and feeling a bit addicted.
Her breath smelled of warm, sweet milk, an aroma one could never get enough of.
“Mama, I want some milk.” Elowen’s soft voice rang out.
The kids were four years old now, and they still had some formula with their meals.
Elowen was particularly fond of milk.
As for Atticus and Dorian, they hardly drank milk anymore, except for the occasional cup, and mostly ate solid food.
Elowen and Sophia needed a bottle of milk every morning to satiate their cravings.
“Alright, mama will make some for you now,” Thalassa said as she got up.
She picked out clothes for them, tossed them over, and let them dress themselves.
Then she left the room to make the milk.
Evelyn was up even earlier, preparing breakfast.
“Smells good, mom, what’s cooking?” Thalassa asked, sniffing the air.
Evelyn chuckled at her daughter’s ravenous expression: “Egg pudding for the kids, and your favorite cheesy pasta.”
“I just love pasta, thanks mom!” Thalassa grinned widely.
“You silly girl!” Evelyn laughed, shaking her head.
Thalassa prepared four bottles of milk and returned to the room where the kids had already dressed and were waiting.
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She started handing out the milk, one bottle each: “Sophia’s, Elowen’s, Dorian’s, Atticus’s.”
Atticus turned his face away, saying coldly, “I’m not drinking. Only babies drink milk, and I’m not a baby.”
Seeing him act all grown up, Thalassa couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, alright, you’re a big boy now, not a baby. Can Mama have your milk?”
“Mm, Mama can have it,” Atticus replied, then left the room.
He preferred eating to drinking milk.
Rather than wasting it, Thalassa drank the milk Atticus didn’t want.
As their family of six was having breakfast, someone knocked on the door.
Thalassa opened the door to find Hertha standing there, looking rather surprised. “Hertha, what are you doing here so early?”
“Thalassa, something big’s happened,” Hertha said, looking very anxious as she came in.
This got Thalassa worried.
She had Hertha sit down and poured her a glass of water.
Evelyn served Hertha a plate of pasta from the kitchen.
Hertha took a big gulp of water to calm herself down, then said, “Last night, David called me to say their boss’s tire got punctured by some kids. They want us to pay for it.”
Hearing this, Atticus and Dorian exchanged a look.
Thalassa was bewildered. “What do you mean? Why did he call you?”
With his head down, Dorian said softly, “Mom, I’m sorry, I accidentally dropped the pump needle on the street when I was picking up the basketball. I was going to pick it up, but it punctured someone’s tire.”
In a rush, Atticus added. “Mom, don’t blame him. If I hadn’t wanted to play basketball, we wouldn’t have had the air pump.”
Looking at them, Hertha realized it was their doing, and David had the right people.
Thalassa got the picture.
It must have been when Lysander drove her back yesterday and passed the playground that his tire got punctured. Atticus and Lysander look the most alike.