In the front yard,
William Sinclair felt constantly nervous after Tristan and Bella allowed him to et Dax, so he asked his father to accompany him here today.
He was unsure but worried that Dax would be shocked to see him and afraid of him. Perhaps if his father was around, whom Dax was used to seeing, the kid would be more relaxed about seeing him.
...
The two got out of the car.
However, before Lewis Sinclair walked towards the door, his brow furrowed when he saw two large boxes being taken out of the trunk.
"Will, what are you bringing? What are those boxes?" he asked while continuing to walk after he watched the bodyguard carrying the boxes following them.
"Oh, those are gifts, Dad. I bought a special gift for my grandson," William answered happily. He didn’t know what to bring for Dax, but his assistant suggested he get a pre-built Lego set for the young child.
"Wait, a gift? What gift?" William’s steps stopped before he entered the door that Geoffrey had opened for them.
"Yes, Dad. Why?" William slightly raised his eyebrow, looking at his father, confused. "I shouldn’t bring anything to et Dax? Dad, co on, this is my first eting with my grandson..."
"Of course, you should bring sothing. But the problem is, what gift did you buy?" Lewis clearly rembered the first ti he t Daxton; he had given him the wrong kind of toy.
His great-grandson had different hobbies and interests from other children his age. He was worried his son would bring sothing useless.
William started to worry that he had brought the wrong gift. Now, he regrets not asking Tristan about the matter before purchasing the gift he got today.
"A toy that many children his age would like," William confidently said.
Lewis Sinclair smirked before speaking. "Well, I must warn you. Daxton doesn’t like receiving toys he doesn’t like, and your grandson is different from other boys his age. What did you give him?"
"Lego..."
Lewis Sinclair chuckled when he heard his son bring Lego. "Lego? Daxton doesn’t like Lego because it’s too easy for him to solve it," he said.
"Don’t worry, Dad," William slightly smiled. "This is for seven years. This would be challenging for my grandson..."
"Hahaha, Will, you seem to have underestimated your grandson. Well, let tell you, even Lego for fourteen years and above, it’s too easy for him to solve it..." Lewis said, then went inside without waiting for William to say sothing.
Lewis Sinclair found it amusing to see William now. How dare he compare Dax to another child his age!? He is a genius.
"Sir, what should we do with this?" The bodyguard who was carrying the packages asked, surprising William.
Although he felt reluctant, William decided to give it to Daxton anyway.
"Follow ," William said while walking quickly to keep up with his father.
When they arrived in the living room, William felt nervous and tense again, especially when he saw a little boy sitting next to Tristan. The little boy was engrossed in listening to his father and had not noticed their presence.
"Little Daxton, Gramps misses you so much..." Lewis Sinclair’s voice echoed in the room, surprising Tristan and Dax as they both looked in their direction.
William stood beside his father, feeling tense when he made eye contact with Daxton. He tried to smile but felt slightly worried when he saw Dax suddenly shift his gaze to his father.
With his smile, Dax greeted Lewis, "Gramps... I miss you too."
Tristan chuckled when he heard how his Grandpa and his son interacted; he looked at his Grandpa.
"Oh, co on, Old Man. You t my son yesterday; how could you already miss him?"
Tristan playfully teased to relieve the tension in the room. He could see his father looking nervous and standing in place but with mixed emotions as he looked at Dax.
"Hahaha, I miss my little Dax because I usually see him daily," Lewis said, holding Dax’s hand and pulling him near William. "Alright, Dax, this man beside , you know him, right?"
Dax nods. He had seen his picture online; he was his Grandpa, William Sinclair. eting him in person, Dax noticed that William has features similar to his father’s but not precisely the sa. He could imagine that when his father was old, he might be comparable to him.
"Hello, I’m Daxton Donovan Sinclair..." Dax greeted William Sinclair politely.
William overca his nervousness when the little man finally spoke to him. His eyes felt blurry as he looked into his beautiful blue eyes, which stared back at him.
"Ha-Hallo Da-Daxton, I’m William Sinclair; you can call Grandpa," he said, trembling. "I’m glad to et you finally, Dax. Can I embrace you?" He extended his arms for a hug from his grandson.
When William thought the little boy didn’t want to hug him, he inwardly laughed sourly while slowly pulling his hand away.
However, William’s eyes widened seconds later when he saw Dax step forward and open his arms to embrace him. Instantly, William felt like he had almost had a heart attack, shocked.
He bent down and hugged his grandson for the first ti. Not only did he hug him, but he carried him, too.
William was so happy to et Daxton finally; however, what William did surprised the little boy.
Dax wanted to ask his Grandpa to release him, but when he saw his Grandpa’s slightly red eyes, he seed to be crying in silence; he held it back and just smiled faintly while glancing at his father as if to ask for help to free him—he didn’t like it when soone carried him.
"Alright, Dad... You can put him down. My boy is already too heavy for you to carry him around." Tristan said and tried to take his son. But William didn’t allow it; he walked to the sofa and sat to follow his father.
Tristan took a deep sigh. He didn’t just make a random excuse to take his son, but he was worried because of his father’s illness. He might not have the energy to carry Dax.
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