"Well." James pondered for a moment, "It's late now. I'll call Jane tomorrow morning and ask her to come back first. Moreover, what you said is reasonable. Maybe it's really impossible to let Jane take care of Dax alone. She may not be able to handle it."
"I'll ask someone to hire two reliable and experienced nannies for us, and that will be much better. Don't think about what you saw in the news. If anyone dares to be rude to my son, do you think I'll let him go?"
"But..."
"Honey, don't hesitate. This is the best way."
Elizabeth curled her lips, "If I knew this would happen, I shouldn't have promised you to come back impulsively."
Although she said so, she blamed herself in heart.
That day, she wanted to stay with Dax more often, and she was tempted when she heard James's words, so she did not think much and agreed with him.
However, she didn't think of these real problems until they truly came back.
"Isn't it good to come back?" James raised his head slightly, "Anyway, I can't stand living there anymore, really! If I still live with mom, I'll suffer from depression."
Hearing this, Elizabeth was amused, "You didn't like children before, did you?"
James remained calm and said, "How could it be the same? In the past, I didn't have a child, but I'm a father now. Besides, why should I like other people's children? Dax is my own son!"
"Alright." Anyway, she couldn't outargue him, so whatever he said made sense.
That night, James was very excited. Elizabeth slept on the same bed with him, and Dax, who was cute and sleeping soundly, was between them. It was the first time he had slept with Elizabeth and Dax together since Dax was born.
Ha-ha! He felt that his life was so wonderful!
"Honey." James lowered his voice, "I told you that sleeping with Dax was so happy, didn't I? Do you feel good now? Huh? Our son is sleeping with us. Are you satisfied? Your whole world is bright now, isn't it?"
Elizabeth smiled and looked at Dax, "It's night now." "Hey! Don't take it so seriously. I mean that you must be delighted now."
"You'd better think about what to say when dad and mom come here."
"You..."
"This is something you have to think about."
James sighed softly, "Anyway, there will be a way."
"Sleep. It's late. You have to go to work tomorrow."
Sure enough, in the early morning next day, as soon as James and Elizabeth got up, John and Lydia ran to their house angrily.
They sat on the sofa in the living room, and they... looked a bit mad.
Elizabeth had just fed milk to Dax. At this time, holding the Dax and sitting opposite Lydia, she looked embarrassed.
Lydia was rendered speechless, and her face suddenly flushed a bit.
But who was she? She had a backer, didn't she?
Therefore, she could only look at John with pleading eyes, "John, give him a lesson! Look at him! He even thinks that he is reasonable!"
John thought for a long while. Then he looked at James and said, "I heard what you said just now. Maybe your starting point is good, and I can understand you. However, even if you wanted to leave, shouldn't you tell us first? Do you know how anxious and angry your mother was this morning?"
James knew that what he had done was not appropriate, "I know. But you and mom wouldn't agree if I told you in advance, right?"
"So you simply did it first and told us afterwards?" Lydia glared at him and said angrily.
"Yeah."
"You..."
"Mom, calm down. Let's not talk about what happened in the past. I know that I should tell you and dad first. But I was just afraid that you wouldn't agree. I just want to stay with my son more often. Yep! I didn't like children before, but now I want to stay with my son. You didn't give me such a chance, did you?"
James glanced at Lydia and said, "I go to work everyday and I am not at home during the daytime, so I can't spend much time with him. After work, I want to play with him for a while, but you always take him away. That's why I wanted to come back. I want to spend more time with him."
"Of course, this is my own idea. I told Elizabeth about it, and she didn't agree, but I had made up my mind."
Lydia snorted. It seemed that she was not as annoyed as she was just now, and she even seemed to be a little awkward, "So, are you blaming me?"
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