Thomas Shannon didn't say anything, and William Westlake's soft body leaned over, "Daddy, hug~"
Thomas Shannon lowered his eyes, looking at the little fellow who seemed half asleep, sighed almost inaudibly, and carried him into the bath chamber.
After using the toilet, William Westlake clung to Thomas Shannon, lying on his chest, sleeping with a rosy little face.
Thomas Shannon gently lifted a strand of his black hair, unbelievably soft, and chuckled, "You're not the least bit shy."
More than just not being shy, he is utterly at ease!
Calling 'Daddy' so cheerfully, even Snowball, his Elder Sister, wasn't as adaptable as him.
...
The next day.
Sophie Sullivan felt her cheek being pinched, not hard, like a little pinch from an ant.
She slowly opened her eyes to see an enlarged Little Bun's face in front of her.
Her mood lifted instantly, and she reached out to embrace Snowball, "Little Treasure, good morning!"
With eyes closed, she gave her a peck on her soft, plump cheek.
