Chapter 518 She Like to Act Tough
"What are you doing now?" Diana's voice was all soft and sweet. Noticing he wasn't indoors, she naturally asked, "You out with Emma and the gang?"
Louis shot a quick look at Eddy standing next to him, who was super good-looking, exactly Diana's type.
Diana waited forever for a reply and got a bit antsy. "Why ain't you saying anything?"
"Emma and Emery are introducing me to the boy next door," Louis said, keeping it real.
"Who is it?" Diana, the social butterfly, asked. "Can I say hi to him?"
Louis and Emma's faces mirrored each other at that moment.
Eddy tilted his head and asked Louis, "Is that your sis?"
"Yeah," Louis replied.
Eddy walked over and stood next to Louis. Both of them were cute as heck, but in different ways.
When Diana saw this, her eyes lit up, and she eagerly greeted the kid next to Louis, "Hey! I'm Diana."
"Hey there," Eddy introduced himself.
Just like that, Louis ended up holding the phone.
Eddy and Diana hit it off, chatting like old pals, having a blast.
Emma watched this and knew it spelled trouble.
With Diana around, Emery would definitely think kids were easy to snatch away.
The two kids yapped on the phone for over ten minutes. When they were wrapping up, Diana turned to Gavin, who was on the couch dealing with paperwork. "Gavin, I wanna go to Emma's place. Can you take me?"
"Don't you want Lon anymore?" Gavin asked bluntly.
"Of course I do!" Diana said, all serious. "I'll hang with Eddy at Emma's for a few days and then come back to play with Lon."
Gavin rubbed his brow. Should he say kids were innocent or that Diana liked too many boys?
"Please?" Diana begged. "Emma and Emery are cool with it."
"I'll take you there tomorrow," Gavin finally gave in.
Diana rushed over and hugged him. "I knew it. You are the best!"
The next day, Diana ditched Louis without a second thought.
After getting to Emma's, she gave a quick hello and then bolted to the yard to play with Eddy next door.
The two kids went wild!
Emery stood in the yard, watching Diana's lively antics, and asked, a bit puzzled, "Are Louis and Diana really Daphne and Benjamin's kids?"
"Of course," Emma said bluntly. "Boy-girl twins, how could they not be?"
"Their personalities are so different," Emery's eyes narrowed.
"Different environments, different parents, different personalities. A thousand kids, a thousand personalities," Emma said casually. "But they all got one thing in common."
"What?"
"Cuteness," Emma said.
Emery's mind flashed to images of kids who only knew how to cry.
"Forget about having kids," Emery saw through Emma's thoughts and said seriously.
"I'm starting to think you're using this as an excuse for your own issues," Emma teased.
Emery shot her a deep, questioning look.
"I'm not talking about, you know, bedroom stuff; I mean fertility issues," Emma said, dead serious. "You always say you don't want kids 'cause you're scared I'll suffer, but what if that's just an excuse to cover up your own issues?"
"In the second cabinet by the window in the bedroom, there's my medical report," Emery replied, sticking to the facts.
Emma found it boring. After giving him a look, she went to join Diana and the others.
Emery didn't bother with them. Seeing they were having fun, he headed back to his own place.
When Emery walked in, Louis was nose-deep in a foreign book.
Emery, who had planned to go upstairs, thought about Emma playing outside and stopped to say to Louis, "Hey, Louis, Diana and Emma are playing in the yard. If you get tired of reading, you can join them."
"Okay," Louis responded.
Seeing Emery about to go upstairs, Louis remembered what Emma had said and called out, "Emery."
"What's up?" Emery stopped and looked back at him.
"Can I talk to you about Emma?" Louis wasn't one for beating around the bush; he was all about logic.
Emery's eyebrows shot up in surprise. After a moment, he walked over to chat.
He didn't know much about Louis and Diana. In his mind, four or five-year-old kids should be like Eddy and Diana, innocent and lively.
When they needed to give a speech, they wouldn't be stage-shy, but offstage, they were just regular kids.
However, sitting in front of Louis, Emery felt like he was talking to a teenager, not a four-year-old.
He looked at Louis, surprised, and slowly said, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Why you don't let Emma have kids," Louis asked.
"She's scared of pain," Emery hadn't planned to say it, but Louis's mature tone made him open up. "When I was chasing her, she cried for ages over a tiny cut."
How could Louis not know that Emma would cry over a small injury?
"A small cut hurt her that much, let alone having a baby," Emery's eyes were genuinely worried.
In his view, although Emma was usually carefree and wild, inside she was just a girl afraid of pain and would cry when hurt.
She liked kids because they were cute, but she didn't get the discomfort and problems that come with pregnancy, childbirth, and raising a kid.
Emery worried she couldn't handle it and didn't want her to go through it.
"If..." Louis discovered a secret and, after pursing his lips, said, "If Emma wasn't afraid of pain, would you let her have a baby?"
"It is her call. If she really wants to, then yeah," Emery said clearly. "But don't believe her if she says she's not scared of pain. She likes to act tough."
Louis was now certain that Emery had a deep misunderstanding of Emma. If Emma was afraid of pain, then no one in the world wasn't.
"I get it. Thanks," Louis said, keeping his cool.
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