Chapter 450 Should I Change the Way I Address You?
After dinner, since it was still early, Willow and Mitchell didn't leave right away. Willow and Madison accompanied William and the two little ones to play a ball-bouncing game in the garden, while Mitchell and Matthew watched from the second-floor balcony.
The two little ones each had a ball and were playing energetically.
Quentin could now bounce the ball over a hundred times in one go, while Hannah could only manage a few dozen before running off.
Recently, the kindergarten had been teaching them how to bounce a ball, and every evening after dinner, the two little ones would drag William or Matthew and Madison to the garden to practice.
They were quite enthusiastic because the teacher had mentioned that kids who were good at it would get a reward. Of course, Quentin wasn't practicing hard just for the reward; he simply enjoyed it.
The two tall men standing on the balcony upstairs had smiles on their faces as they watched the lively scene below.
"Matthew, thank you," Mitchell said proactively.
Matthew reached out and patted his shoulder without saying a word. Silence was the greatest trust. After so many years, they could almost understand each other's thoughts with just a glance.
"How are the wedding preparations going?" Matthew asked.
Madison was pregnant, and they hadn't been much help. "If you need anything, just let me know," Matthew offered.
"Almost everything's ready. Matthew, you just need to take good care of Madison. If anything comes up, we still have the fourth and fifth brothers," Mitchell replied with a smile.
If he needed help, he would definitely pull Liam and Patrick in first; there was no need for Matthew to get involved.
"Alright," Matthew responded, then added, "Victor should be back next week. He can help out then too."
"Victor should be staying until after Christmas this time," Mitchell speculated.
Their wedding was in mid-December, and Christmas was at the end of the month. Moreover, the person they had sent to Maple City last time had basically gotten the hang of things and started to take over.
It wouldn't be a big deal for Victor to stay until after Christmas before heading back. Once that person could handle things independently, Victor only needed to go there once every two or three months.
"Yeah, I told him the same thing, to leave after Christmas," Matthew mentioned and nodded in agreement.
Speaking of Christmas, it didn't seem far off. The kids from their compound always had high expectations for Christmas. Their family had always taken these holidays seriously, making each Christmas very lively.
The wedding also seemed to be just around the corner, both events being days to look forward to.
Downstairs, the two little ones seemed tired from playing with their ball. Holding their balls, Madison was wiping their sweat, and then the group turned and headed inside. Mitchell and Matthew, seeing them go in, also turned and went downstairs.
Mitchell checked the time; it was about time for them to leave.
Downstairs, Quentin and Hannah were sweaty from playing, with Hannah's hair dampened by sweat and both their cheeks flushed, but they were clearly happy.
Valerie had washed some fruit and placed it on the table, and the chicken soup was ready. She served a bowl for Madison.
Hannah, smelling the aroma, looked up and asked, "Mom, what are you eating? It smells so good. I want some too."
She was truly a little foodie, with a grape still in her mouth, already wanting some chicken soup.
Madison, smiling, patted her head and replied, "It's chicken soup. How about I serve you a bowl too?"
"Okay," Hannah responded loudly.
Valerie, laughing, said, "I'll get it," and turned towards the kitchen.
Hannah, with her small frame, followed Valerie to the kitchen and soon came back out with her. The chicken soup was still hot, so Valerie carefully brought out two bowls from the kitchen.
She placed the two bowls on the table and reminded, "It's still hot, Hannah, don't touch it yet."
Hannah obediently stood by the table, staring at the soup with her little mouth moving as if she was about to drool, making everyone laugh.
Madison said to Quentin, "Quentin, have a bowl too. It's chicken soup made with the chicken your aunt brought."
Quentin nodded in acknowledgment. He agreed, "Okay, Mom."
He also ran to the table, mainly to keep an eye on Hannah, worried she might get burned.
Matthew walked over, holding Hannah's little fan, and said with a smile, "Hannah, use your fan to cool it down faster."
Hannah's eyes lit up, and she quickly ran to Matthew, took her fan, and started cooling the soup.
After cooling hers, she didn't forget to help Quentin cool his too.
In the end, little foodie Hannah ate a bowl of chicken soup and gnawed on a pair of chicken wings, and then happily went to take a bath and sleep.
When William called her a 'little foodie,' she even puffed out her little belly, making everyone burst into laughter.
Willow and Mitchell left after Quentin and Hannah finished their chicken soup. As they were leaving, Hannah, as if returning a favor, packed all the washed fruit on the table for Willow to take home. She did the packing while Quentin held the plastic bag, showing great teamwork.
Willow accepted it with a smile. Although they had plenty of fruit at home, she still appreciated the gesture from the two little ones. The two of them even volunteered to see their aunt and uncle off.
They escorted Willow and Mitchell to the gate, waving and saying, "Goodbye, Auntie Willow. Goodbye, Uncle Mitchell. Come back in a few days."
Willow and Mitchell smiled and replied, "Alright."
Then, they left with a bag of clean fruit and their wedding gifts, feeling quite content.
They got back to the apartment around 10:30 p.m.. It was late, so they didn't turn the TV on. After washing up, they went to bed. Tonight seemed to be their first night as newlyweds, and both were a bit excited, lying awake for a while.
It was comfortable, not needing air conditioning, just a light blanket. Under the blanket, they held hands, and Willow softly asked, "Mitchell, are you asleep?"
Mitchell's deep, husky voice immediately replied, "Not yet."
Then they both turned over, now facing each other, smiling.
Willow, looking at Mitchell's familiar handsome face in the dim light from outside, kept grinning and asked, "Mitchell, did we really get married?"
Mitchell, smiling at her silly expression, said, "Do you want me to show you the marriage certificate again?"
Willow shook her head and said with a smile, "Mitchell, we really got married."
This time, it was a statement.
Mitchell stared at her for a while, then his pleasant voice sounded. He teasingly said, "Willow, shouldn't you start calling me something else?"
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