Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!-Chapter 613: A Legitimate Marital Relationship
"If you think the photos aren’t formal enough, we can go take some more," Zhao Gushen said.
Ye Fei thought this was good enough, so she said, "I think it’s great like this, plus we just got our marriage certificate yesterday and today we’re officially going out and taking photos as a family."
"The photos we’re taking today are meant for our wedding, and they meet our requirements. Besides, today’s photos have a variety of styles."
They have formal ones, daily life ones, everything.
There’s no need to take more.
"Let’s settle on that, then," Zhao Gushen said with a smile.
So, Ye Fei and Zhao Gushen picked out a photo they both thought was pretty good.
In the photo, neither of them was posing deliberately; it was a natural moment captured by the photographer while they were chatting.
Being close to Zhao Gushen made Ye Fei feel particularly relaxed when she was with him.
Subtle facial expressions, small hand gestures, and little details in their conversation and eye contact couldn’t be captured through posed shots.
Simply looking at the photo, you could feel the genuine emotions between them, much better than any posed shot.
They took these selected photos and framed them.
Xiao Mo helped too, though a bit slower with the framing.
Once Zhao Gushen and Ye Fei had framed all the others, Xiao Mo finally finished one.
After that, Zhao Gushen carefully nailed them onto the stair wall as they’d planned.
Corresponding to each step on the staircase.
They already had five photos, almost like having reached the fifth step of life’s staircase.
While Ye Fei and Zhao Gushen had just taken one step.
To speak of it, Xiao Mo hadn’t seen his childhood photos in a while.
Now, seeing himself as a baby, obediently looking at the camera, felt quite novel.
It was like looking at a child stranger but with a very familiar feeling.
Xiao Mo stared at it for a while and couldn’t help but nod in agreement, saying, "I was so adorable before, really good-looking."
Ye Fei: "..."
Only five of his photos were hung on the wall beside the stairs, but there will be more and more in the future.
While Zhao Gushen and Ye Fei’s, for now, is just one.
As Xiao Mo was examining the photos on the wall, Zhao Gushen was watching too, not idly.
"Something still seems missing on the wall," Zhao Gushen remarked solemnly, touching his chin.
"Are you saying there aren’t enough photos of us?" Ye Fei instinctively wrapped her arms around Zhao Gushen’s waist and said with a smile, "Later on, we’ll add one photo every year. Our photos will gradually fill up without realizing it."
Ye Fei looked at the current few, but thought about how a new one would be added each year in the future.
It’s really meaningful.
Zhao Gushen’s idea is truly great.
Ye Fei stealthily glanced at Xiao Mo.
Finding Xiao Mo had long lost interest and was already playing with his toys on his own.
Ye Fei then tiptoed to quickly peck Zhao Gushen on the cheek.
Zhao Gushen was stunned.
This little girl rarely initiates like this.
Even at home, it’s rare.
Because Xiao Mo is always around, Ye Fei is afraid of being caught by him, feeling embarrassed.
Even if they’re alone in the bedroom, or when Xiao Mo stays at the old house.
It would take his coaxing for Ye Fei to agree.
Doing it now, without prompting, Ye Fei suddenly giving a surprise.
It’s really quite rare.
Without thinking, Zhao Gushen pulled Ye Fei into his arms.
His arms tightly encircled her waist: "Why so good today?"
"When am I not good?" Ye Fei fluttered her big eyes in dissatisfaction with Zhao Gushen’s remark.
"But the fact you’re willing to initiate a kiss, that’s particularly good," Zhao Gushen said without reservation.
These words made Ye Fei flush red.
Zhao Gushen bent down and kissed her lips heavily for quite a while.
"Why so suddenly proactive?" Zhao Gushen asked with a smile.
Ye Fei felt wronged, it wasn’t that she hadn’t been proactive.
Just... just not often enough.
"It’s nothing," Ye Fei said, "Just felt like you’re particularly nice."
"When am I not nice?" Zhao Gushen raised an eyebrow, echoing her words back at her.
Ye Fei wrinkled her nose and pinched his waist.
Zhao Gushen chuckled softly, not hurt at all, then kissed Ye Fei’s lips again.
"I just feel your idea is particularly meaningful, especially good," Ye Fei said.
Only when placed in the heart, can one think of these things.
Otherwise, who would bother with such thoughts?
"It was you who first thought of it and prompted me," Zhao Gushen said with a smile.
He looked up at the expanse of blank wall behind: "We have plenty of photos to fill."
He suggested using their future lives to slowly fill this wall together.
Ye Fei understood Zhao Gushen’s words and felt a warm sense of stability and anticipation.
She looked up at Zhao Gushen, ready to walk the path with this man into the future.
"By the way, you mentioned earlier that something’s missing on the wall?" Ye Fei remembered her initial question.
The man’s interruption almost made her forget.
Zhao Gushen pointed beneath Xiao Mo’s photo: "Don’t you think the bottom is a bit empty?"
"Just us and Xiao Mo’s photos on the wall seem a bit thin," Zhao Gushen hinted.
Seeing that Ye Fei’s face still had a somewhat confused look.
Zhao Gushen then leaned close to her ear and whispered: "I want to hang Xiao Mo’s little sister’s photo up soon."
Ye Fei’s face, originally slightly red, turned completely red.
"Now we legally are husband and wife; having children is perfectly legitimate," Zhao Gushen whispered again.
Ye Fei: "..."
"Or do you not want to have the second child so soon? It’s fine to wait until Xiao Mo is older," Zhao Gushen added.
"No," Ye Fei said, "I just haven’t thought about it and want to go with the flow."
Haven’t deliberately thought about when to have children.
Whenever it happens, it happens.
"Alright, we’ll go with the flow," Zhao Gushen nodded.
"This time, I won’t miss the child’s birth, her growth, those memorable days—all the celebration days, I’ll be there," Zhao Gushen said, "We’ll celebrate every special day with her."
Ye Fei nodded, understanding Zhao Gushen’s regret.
If she had missed four years with Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo’s birth, his full month, his hundred days, each special moment.
The time he learned to roll over, sit up, walk.
Calling ’Mama’, ’Papa’.
Learning to say more words.
All those moments, she wasn’t there, she missed them.
She’d surely be incredibly sad.
