"Luna, there seems to be a lively scene over there. Let’s go check it out." I decided to ignore Catherine’s tiring chit-chat and headed off with the baby stroller.
Luna must have realized that Catherine was no pushover. Any verbal jabs were like water off a duck’s back to her, and to continue was a waste of breath.
Our group, with the children in tow, bypassed Catherine, heading towards the other side of the beach.
There were so kids’ gas nearby. Luna and Clara took their little ones to play. And even Cooper, the group’s lone bachelor, went in to help watch the kids.
Little Serena and Brandon were still too small. So, I stayed outside, occasionally teasing them and snapping a few photos for mories.
"Mommy, I want to play too!" Suddenly, Leo’s voice rang in my ears. I turned to see him staring longingly at the playground. His voice was filled with excitent.
Catherine held Leo’s hand, a gentle smile on her face, "Sure, but so of the gas seem a bit dangerous, and the other children have their fathers with them. Leo, you’re a brave boy. You don’t need your father to accompany you, do you?"
I saw a brief flash of coldness cross Catherine’s face. Despite her smile to Leo, I felt an unsettling chill.
Damon stood on the other side of Catherine, unable to see the subtle expressions on her face. He rely observed the children in the playground, and his cold deanor contrasted sharply with the bustling scene.
"Of course, I’m a brave little man, I don’t..." Leo spoke as he slapped his chest to express his bravery, but then paused, as if understanding sothing. He then quickly ran to Damon, "Daddy, can you go with ? I’m a bit scared to go alone."
I shifted my attention away from them, pushing the baby stroller towards the side.
After a while, I saw Damon accompanying Leo into the playground. He had agreed to Leo’s request.
It made sense. He was desperate to have a child of his own, and then there was Leo, right in front of him. Despite missing the past few years, blood was thicker than water. He still loved his child.
I couldn’t help but look at Serena and Brandon in the stroller. Their biological father was nearby, not holding them, not talking to them, but playing with another
child.
Suddenly, Brandon started crying. I had no choice but to pick him up and comfort him, but he was inconsolable.
Feeling helpless, I walked around with him, trying to soothe him, but to no avail.
We were near the end of the beach, surrounded by parents with their children. Distracted, I wandered a bit farther away. My sole focus was to calm Brandon.
But my eyes were still fixed on the stroller, ready to rush over at the slightest sign of trouble.
"Soone’s child is drowning over there! Everyone, be careful! Watch your children!" Suddenly, soone shouted.
Startled, I quickly scanned the surroundings. Many people were running over.
The crowd thickened, and I rushed to the stroller. Although it was only a few ters away, I was knocked aside by the crowd. I saw soone push the stroller, sending it hurtling towards the edge of the beach.
"Serena!" I scread, holding Brandon tightly and chasing after the stroller.
Suddenly, another figure appeared ahead. With swift agility, he caught the stroller just before it could hit the water.
To my surprise, it was Damon.
My heart pounded with relief. I couldn’t imagine what would have happened if Serena had fallen into the water or if the stroller had tipped over.
Serena, frightened by the ordeal, started crying loudly.
Damon caught his breath and reached out to pick up Serena from the stroller. But when he saw approach, he withdrew his hand, and his face returned to its usual cold expression, "If you can’t take care of your own children, then don’t go out."
"Thank you!" My mind was occupied with nothing but gratitude. Even though it was Damon, I was genuinely grateful.
"Where’s your husband?" Damon suddenly asked.
I placed Brandon in the stroller and picked up the terrified Serena. I managed to smile at Damon, "He had to step out for a bit."
Damon’s gaze cooled at my reply, "Oh, I almost forgot that Jones’s father hasn’t been well and that he went back to the City."
He had accepted and acknowledged that Jones was my husband and the father of Serena and Brandon.
I was too busy calming Serena to respond to Damon’s comnt.
"Damon, what’s going on?!" Catherine arrived, Leo in tow. Her face stiffened when she saw and Damon standing together. But she quickly relaxed, "Ah, you’re catching up with Ms. Brooks. Leo said you suddenly left him and ran off. I thought sothing had happened."
Damon glanced at . His voice was impassive, "Her stroller rolled over here. I just helped."
"I see. It’s only right to help. Are the babies okay? They weren’t scared, were they?" Catherine feigned concern, first looking at Serena in my arms, then at Brandon in the
stroller.
I felt her gaze linger on Brandon for a few seconds longer.
I put Serena back in the stroller and started to move away, "The kids are fine. The stroller got knocked away in the crowd, but thanks to Mr. Coleman’s help, things didn’t go south. Thanks again!"
Damon didn’t respond, just watched impassively.
Catherine, on the other hand, was much bubblier. She advised , "When you’re at places like this, as fun as they are, they can also be full of unexpected incidents. just heard there was a little one who nearly drowned over there. So, us, parents, must keep a close eye on our kids, Ms. Brooks For your twins, you’ll need at least two adults. Where’s your husband? Didn’t he co with you?"
They sure knew how to hit a nerve. They were both asking about my husband.
I rely shook my head "He’s not ho. I’ll be heading out now. See you."
With a casual wave, I pushed the stroller away, eager to leave. The recent events left shaken, and all I wanted was to head ho and rest.
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