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Her night went weeping. The very next morning. He decided to nag her. He reached downstairs, carrying Eva in his hands.

“Good morning, Wifey!” He chuckled, waving his hand. She flushed hearing him but hidden it which is proudly noticed by him.

“Good morning, Champ!” He wished Ian who is having his breakfast.

“Good Morning, dad. Eva!!” Ian chuckled, jumping out of his chair.

“No good morning?” He pouted at her while placing Eva on the table.

“Good morning!” Niya whispered to Mark and gave the milk bread bowl to Eva.

“Shall I feed you, baby?” She asked Eva who denied it pulling the bowl to her. Ian...