A Family's Warmth

She thought that she might be very foreign to the act of carrying a child.

Unexpectedly, it was as if he had carried her before. She felt very at ease with it.

Just like that, she carried Paige in one arm and ate breakfast with the other.

Edward was at the side, feeding Paige breakfast.

The dining table was inexplicably harmonious.

"Daddy, can you feed Mommy?" Paige's soft voice asked suddenly again.

Edward frowned slightly, her voice clearly reproachful. "You don't want to eat anymore after eating so little?"

Even if he was scolding her, she could tell that he doted on her.

"No," Paige explained. "Didn't Daddy say we'd all have to take good care of Mommy when she got back? Teddy said Daddy fed me, so that means Daddy took care of me. So Daddy feeds Mommy, so he takes care of Mommy."

Candice and Edward were obviously stunned.

She did not expect a three-year-old child to be so logical.