Chapter 795 Not Seeking the Opinion of the Parties Involved
Sebastian handed over his phone without hesitation. "Alright, let my wife check it."
Molly didn't take it. "Seeing how cooperative you are, I'll let it slide this time. But I need to know, who did you have dinner with? You didn't tell me."
Sebastian wrapped his arm around Molly's waist as they walked home. "Just an old friend you don't know. What made you decide to surprise me tonight?" He almost went straight to the Olteran Manor tonight.
Molly replied, "You came to see me unexpectedly at lunch, and I got a bit worried. So I decided to come home and check on you."
Sebastian asked, "Is Teddy still staying at the Olteran Manor?"
Molly nodded. "Teddy clings to Vera every day. If you miss him, we can go see him tomorrow."
Sebastian added, "I do miss him."
At the Olteran Manor, Teddy, who was missed by his family, was being taught by his dad. "Teddy, don't be lazy. Stand on your own for a bit. It's time to learn how to walk."
Vera, while organizing clothes for the family, complained, "He can't even crawl properly yet, and you want him to walk. Look at him, his toes are curled up like he's afraid learning to walk will be a disadvantage."
Teddy's eyes followed Vera as she took his clothes to the closet, his little mouth pouting.
Patrick held Teddy in his arms and followed Vera to the closet. "I heard from Dad that you took Teddy out again today?"
Vera replied, "Teddy loves going out for walks. What can I do?"
When Teddy saw Vera's arms, he reached out for her to hold him. Vera gently pushed him away. "Go to your dad. I've been holding you all day and doing your laundry. My hands are sore."
Patrick, holding Teddy with one arm, reached out with the other. "Let me see your hands."
Vera looked at her hands, and Patrick took one and asked, "Where does it hurt?"
Vera pulled her hand back. "It's nothing. Just from holding him too much. It's much better now."
Teddy, who had made Vera's arms sore, was happily sucking on his hand.
Patrick said, "I'll take him to the office with me tomorrow."
Vera nodded. "That's fine."
When Teddy was being cute and well-behaved, he melted his parents' hearts.
Before bed, Teddy lay in the middle, and Vera climbed onto the bed. "Say 'mama.' Can you still do it?"
Vera pinched his chubby cheeks. "Say it, and I'll give you a kiss."
Teddy called, "Dad."
Vera raised her hand and gave his little bottom a light smack.
Patrick also gently pinched Teddy's cheeks. "Call me again to make Vera jealous."
Teddy called again, "Daddy."
Vera knelt on the bed, pointing at Teddy. "Do you believe I'll take off your diaper and spank you?"
Teddy, excited like a fish splashing in water, grabbed Vera's finger and tried to put it in his mouth.
"Vera, say 'mama.'"
Vera, thrilled, pointed at Teddy. "Honey, look, he understands threats."
Vera leaned down and kissed Teddy's cheek repeatedly.
Teddy giggled so hard he almost choked on his own saliva.
Every time Vera kissed him, Teddy got excited. When Patrick tried to kiss him, Teddy pushed him away without hesitation.
Only Vera's soft lips made him feel the happiest. But who could tell him why Vera was biting him while kissing?
Vera opened her mouth, trying to see if she could bite Teddy's chubby cheeks, because he was just too cute.
Teddy sensed something was off, and his laughter faded. Vera looked at his innocent face and couldn't resist biting his cheek again. "Teddy, you're too delicious."
The next second, Teddy's cries filled the room.
Vera said, "Mommy didn't eat you. There, there, baby, don't cry. Mommy will kiss you."
She kissed him several times, but Teddy cried even harder, his little mouth open, crying without tears.
Vera glanced guiltily at Patrick. "Honey, I didn't bite him hard."
Patrick said, "Even if you did, it's fine. He's just naturally dramatic."
Patrick picked Teddy up, placed a pillow behind him, and let him sit there, leaning back as he cried.
He patted the space beside him. "Vera, come sleep over here."
Vera pointed at the crying Teddy. "Honey, he took my pillow."
Patrick said, "You don't need a pillow to sleep."
"True."
She got up, walked past Teddy, and went to Patrick's other side, lifting the blanket and slipping in.
Teddy cried and watched Patrick and Vera cuddle. Suddenly, he stopped crying. Seeing no one was comforting him, he felt even more wronged, his little fists clenched.
Vera whispered, "Honey, since I made him cry, should I comfort him?"
Patrick turned to look at Teddy, who was staring back at him. "Stop crying. Roll over and go to sleep."
Vera, lying on Patrick's chest, watched Teddy being ordered around. "Honey, he doesn't understand."
Teddy, mimicking Vera, rolled over but lost his balance and fell into Patrick's arms, lying on his chest, his little mouth pouting again.
Patrick told his wife, "We can't spoil him too much. You can pamper him, and I'll discipline him. In our family, we need to maintain the image of a kind mother and a strict father."
Teddy stopped crying and looked up at Patrick and Vera.
Vera, lying on Patrick's chest like a lazy cat, draped one leg over his. "Honey, do you think I look like a kind mother? I think I'll end up spanking Teddy. When you're not home, I often spank him. How about we switch roles? You be the kind father, and I'll be the strict mother."
Patrick lay there, his left side holding his soft wife and his right side holding chubby Teddy. "I can't be a kind father either. I hit harder than you do. Randall was toughened up under my discipline."
Vera taught Patrick, "Being a kind father is easy. Whenever you feel like getting angry, don't let it out. Keep telling yourself: be polite to Teddy, be patient, be gentle. Then you'll be a qualified kind father.
Being a strict mother is different. When he does something wrong, I have to spank him with a slipper. It takes effort and wears out my arm."
Teddy, hearing Vera's eyes light up when talking about spanking him, blinked.
His big, bright eyes were full of innocence. Teddy's long eyelashes, still wet from crying, were clearly defined and very cute.
He listened intently as Patrick and Vera argued about who would spank him in the future.
They didn't even ask for his opinion.
Without concluding, the couple looked at Teddy simultaneously. "What are you looking at? We're discussing how to raise you properly. You're almost eight months old. You can't expect us to rock you to sleep like a seven-month-old anymore."
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