Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss-Chapter 81 - 79: Baby and Daddy Want to Sleep with Mommy
The little boy, Aaron Sinclair, in her arms, had eyes that lit up. He reached out, wrapping his arms around her and clinging to her affectionately. "Mama, I missed you."
"Haha, I missed you too."
"Mwah, Mommy (˘³˘)♡."
"My son is so adorable. Let Mommy pat your head. My good little baby."
He watched the scene of the mother and son embracing.
Javier Sinclair said nothing, merely watching in silence. An indescribable feeling welled up inside him—a sense of belonging, the feeling of a home.
Perhaps because he was staring, Celeste Grant, still holding her son with one arm, waved her other hand in front of his face.
"What are you looking at?"
Javier Sinclair stated with a perfectly straight face, "Celeste Grant, you’ve put on quite a bit of weight while you were away."
"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you always have to be so infuriating?" Celeste Grant’s expression darkened, and she glared at him. "If you think I’m ugly, just say so. Don’t beat around the bush calling me fat. Javier Sinclair, you’re destined to be alone forever—you deserve to never find a wife! (〝▼皿▼)"
Javier Sinclair’s gaze lingered on her face.
’She’s actually kind of interesting when she’s mad, with her cheeks all puffed out. So, my life can be about more than just boring Cultivation and slaughter.’
At this thought, Javier Sinclair arched a brow. "You, of all people, should know whether or not I have a wife."
Hearing his brazenly confident words, it took Celeste Grant a moment to react, and then her face flushed crimson.
’With the child here, I can’t say too much,’ she thought. She sent him a message directly with her consciousness instead. ’Javier Sinclair, stop spouting nonsense about who your wife is! We aren’t husband and wife, and we aren’t Taoist Companions. We just happened to have a son by accident. I’m your wife in name only, and it’s all for him!’
Javier Sinclair scoffed.
He stated calmly, "I never care about the process, only the outcome."
’The outcome is that my son has been born, and I have my woman. That’s a fact. Is what she said important? Not at all. I am not the kind of person who cares about the judgment of the world.’
She stopped using telepathy.
"I can’t be bothered to argue with you."
Celeste Grant looked at Javier Sinclair and said, "Now that our son is awake, I won’t disturb The Exalted One any longer. I’m taking him back to my place. See you."
Little Aaron Sinclair’s brow furrowed. ’Why don’t Daddy and Mommy sleep together? Da Niu said his daddy and mommy always sleep together in a hug.’
At this thought,
he spoke up.
"Mommy, baby and Daddy want to sleep with Mommy."
Upon hearing this,
Celeste Grant nearly choked.
"You’re my son, alright."
’Selling out your own mother like this. You’ve basically gift-wrapped me and handed me over to your father.’
She forced a smile, patting her son’s head and whispering, "Sweetie, your daddy’s a grown-up. He doesn’t need anyone to sleep with him anymore. So Mommy will hold you tonight. He doesn’t need to sleep with us." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
’Being with Mommy is nice, but I still want Daddy to be here too.’
Little Aaron Sinclair’s face was full of anticipation.
"Can’t we all be together? Mommy, Da Niu says his daddy and mommy both sleep with him in a big hug. I wanna sleep with Daddy and Mommy too!"
Javier Sinclair stared at his son, momentarily stunned, and then his mood lifted considerably.
He spoke up, "Let’s just sleep here. It’s late, and running back and forth would be a hassle."
Celeste Grant retorted, "It’s not that far."
’I’m a Golden Core Stage Cultivator now. Getting anywhere would be instantaneous.’
But Javier Sinclair gave her no chance to refuse. He reached out and scooped their son from her arms. "Didn’t you hear him? The boy wants to sleep with me. Why don’t you go back to your room? The boy will stay with me."
Celeste Grant pointed at him, her expression a mixture of disbelief as she looked from father to son. "He’s *my* son. *I* gave birth to him."
Javier Sinclair shot her a look and said flatly, "You don’t have to tell me that. I know he’s your son and that you gave birth to him. I’m a man; I can’t exactly pop out a baby. Since the kid wants to sleep with us, then let’s just sleep together."
’Dude, you can’t just say things like that so casually.’
’Is that something we can just *do*?’
However,
even Celeste Grant could see that the boy was quite attached to his real father. It was a testament to how well Javier Sinclair treated him.
’A child’s heart is the purest. They’ll naturally depend on, like, and grow close to whoever is good to them.’
"Get on the inside."
Javier Sinclair motioned for his son to move further in. Then, he reached out, grabbed Celeste Grant’s hand, and yanked her onto the bed, positioning her in the middle. He then lay down on the outer edge.
He threw an arm over her waist and said, "This works. Let’s sleep."
Celeste Grant said, "You’re an Archfiend at the Transcendence Tribulation Stage. You still need to sleep?"
With a wave of his hand,
the bed curtains fell into place.
Celeste Grant tried to sit up, but the hand on her waist held her fast. "If you don’t want to die, you’d better stay still for me, you fluttering moth."
"I..."
On the bed,
"Mommy, hold me."
The little dumpling sleeping on the inside snuggled over into her embrace and wrapped his arms around her. "Mommy, I missed you so, so much."
"Mommy missed her Annie, too."
Celeste Grant didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Her son was one thing, but then she glanced at the hand resting on her waist.
’What’s this Archfiend getting in on the action for? Are we really that close? Does he think he can just hold me whenever he feels like it?’
’Shoo, shoo, shoo! Get off me!’
She tried to push his hand away.
"The Exalted One, considering our current relationship, don’t you think this is a bit inappropriate?"
Javier Sinclair said coolly, "Oh? Then why don’t you enlighten me? What exactly is our relationship?"
Celeste Grant stammered, "It’s..."
’The "we have a son together" relationship? Or the "we had a thing" relationship?’
She couldn’t even put it into words.
Javier Sinclair said, "I’m only doing this for our son. The kid wants to sleep with us. You think I want to hold you? Relax. I have no designs on you. Holding you is no different from holding a rock."
’In truth, there was a huge difference. The woman actually felt quite nice to hold... her waist was so soft.’
’And she smelled so fragrant... a scent he knew well. Images he’d seen before flashed through his mind, all of them of her in the bamboo forest. What exactly happened that night?’
’He couldn’t recall the exact details.’
Javier Sinclair’s gaze fell on Celeste Grant’s face, his eyes dark and unreadable.
Celeste Grant, of course, had no idea what was going through his head. She was simply furious with him.
’That mouth of his was just as venomous as ever.’
"’Holding me is like holding a rock?’ You really have a way with words. Why don’t you go and hug a rock, then?"
’Fine. You just remember that, mister. Sooner or later, I’ll make you eat those words.’
"Shut up."
The three of them sleeping together like this... they really did look like a loving family.
A family of three.
’Is this for real?’
"Mama."
"What is it, sweetie?"
Then she heard her son’s aggrieved little voice, his eyes red. "I thought Mommy didn’t want me and Daddy anymore."
Celeste Grant didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "Oh, you silly goose. How could Mommy ever not want you? You’re my precious treasure. In Mommy’s heart, no one is more important than you."
Little Aaron Sinclair cheered up. "I really am Mommy’s little treasure!"
Her son eventually fell asleep in her arms.
Celeste Grant’s eyes were wide open.
’This is awkward.’
’Mainly because there was a man lying next to me! And not just any man—the Archfiend, Javier Sinclair.’
