However, what Charlotte Thompson didn’t expect was that Grace Thompson shook her head.
"Grace doesn’t want to be a princess, Grace wants to be a prince."
Charlotte Thompson was very surprised by Grace Thompson’s answer: "Aren’t princesses nice? They have pretty clothes and beautiful looks."
"But a princess needs to be protected by others, Grace doesn’t want to be protected, Grace wants to be the one protecting others, so Grace wants to be a prince."
Grace Thompson said very earnestly, "Annie can be the princess, and Grace will protect Annie."
"Then Annie wants to be a prince who protects others too." Hearing Grace Thompson say that, Olivia Thompson imdiately joined in.
"Then Mommy will be the princess, and when Grace and Annie grow up, we will protect you together." Grace Thompson’s smile blood beautifully, her pretty eyes shimring under the light of the bedside lamp.
"We have to protect Mommy, as well as our godmother, and everyone we love."
"Mhm, that’s right, we need to protect Mommy and not let her get hurt."
Grace Thompson and Olivia Thompson spoke one after another, and for so reason, their crisp voices suddenly touched the softness in Charlotte Thompson’s heart, causing her to involuntarily draw her arms in tighter.
"Okay, Mommy is very happy to be protected by Grace and Annie."
Saying this, Charlotte Thompson kissed each child on the forehead, then turned off the bedside lamp.
"Goodnight, my darlings."
"Goodnight, Mommy."
"Goodnight, Mommy."
...
Suddenly, Charlotte Thompson felt sothing sliding across her face and then felt like she was pulled into a warm embrace.
Charlotte Thompson opened her eyes sowhat uncomfortably, only to find that the person lying beside her was actually Justin Battleson.
This startled Charlotte Thompson, and she imdiately turned to check, finding that Grace Thompson and Olivia Thompson were sleeping on her other side.
Charlotte Thompson turned her head towards Justin Battleson, lowering her voice to the softest whisper: "How co you’re here?"
"I missed you."
Justin Battleson hugged Charlotte Thompson’s waist, resting his cheek in the crook of her neck.
He didn’t want to admit that he left his bedroom in the middle of the night because those two little boys’ sleeping postures were far too restless, giving him nowhere to sleep.
"How are the kids?" Charlotte Thompson asked.
"They’re sleeping soundly."
Justin Battleson sighed softly in Charlotte Thompson’s ear, then pecked her cheek, "Charlotte, you’ve worked hard."
Just thinking about how Charlotte Thompson had to take care of six kids all by herself, Justin Battleson felt pain for what she had endured back then.
Although she didn’t know why Justin Battleson suddenly said that, in this situation, Charlotte Thompson was still sowhat worried.
She suddenly feared waking the treasures sleeping beside her.
"Stop it, go back to sleep quickly. If the kids wake up and don’t see anyone, they will get scared."
"They are boys, what’s there to be scared of?" Justin Battleson said with half-closed eyes.
"Jack was scared today, otherwise why would he want to stay with him all the ti?"
Charlotte Thompson pushed Justin Battleson’s chest to signal him to get up, yet she dared not make too big a move. She didn’t expect that this slight movent would provoke Justin Battleson to turn the tables.
Justin Battleson then flipped over, pressing her down beneath him, his arms bracing on either side of Charlotte Thompson.
In an instant, Charlotte Thompson’s body stiffened, her gaze uncontrollably sweeping over to where Grace Thompson and Olivia Thompson were sleeping.
But Justin Battleson purposely pinched her chin, forcing her to turn back to him.
"Justin Battleson!" Charlotte Thompson couldn’t help but raise her voice.
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