Volume 1 Chapter 2: Thank You, Young Master


    <span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:400">Volume 1 Chapter 2: Thank You, Young Master


    <span style="font-weight:400">Something is definitely wrong with the young master. May’s beliefs became certain. Keith’s actions thesest couple of days were odd. He kept shaking his head in front of her. Inside the crib, he was moving around! It wasn’t a normal movement.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The only way to describe him was a mini tornado! He rolled around so much that May had to wrap him up with the nket. Although, that was not what made May confused.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Why does he keep looking at me like that?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Keith kept staring at her. Her heart felt weird as she stared back. While thinking about what Keith wanted, May cleaned the room. As she thought about Keith,


    <span style="font-weight:400">Crack!


    <span style="font-weight:400">May looked down to see a broken vase!


    <span style="font-weight:400">Oh no!


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    <span style="font-weight:400">What should I do next? Keith looked peeved as hey in his crib, nning his next move. But there was nothing he could do.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He tried to act cute in front of May, trying to make her smile. But what he got was the nket burrito. He was stuck there, not being able to do anything.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I can’t give up! Keith wasn’t going to let this happen. If he did, he would be stuck here all bored! He tried to get out of the nket burrito. As he tried to wiggle out,


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing? How could you break such an expensive vase?!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Eh? Keith tilted his head to see Gloria scolding May. On the floor was a broken vase. It seemed May knocked it down while she was on cleaning duty.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you understand that vase is something the previous head bought?” Gloria was livid. May stared down at the ground.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was only a mistake. Keith thought. But he realized.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Idea!


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wahhh! Wahh!” Gloria and May turned their heads to the crib.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Gloria sighed, “The young master is crying. See to him. We’ll discuss your punishmentter.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Understood.” Gloria left the room in a huff. May walked towards Keith’s crib, ready to soothe him. When she was prepared to hold him, May blinked a few times.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Eh? What she saw was a smiling Keith. His crying was nowhere to be seen.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ee! Ee!” Keithughed as he stared at her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...Were you faking it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ay! Ay!” The only words that came out of Keith’s mouth were babbles. But that caused May to be even more stunned. She didn’t know what to say to him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Did the young master do it by coincidence, or was it nned?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Either way, he stopped Gloria from scolding her. A small smile formed on her face as she stroked his little head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you, Young Master.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yes! You finally smiled! Keith’s smile bloomed even more as he stared at May. May couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The young master is strange.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Abbu! Abbu!” How could you call the young master strange?! He tried to move around again. May noticed that. She picked him up and unwrapped his body from the nket burrito.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There, there, Young Master. You want to move, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Abba!” A cute cry came from Keith’s mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Young Master, you can’t pinch my face like.” A giggle came out of May’s mouth as she saw Keith’s hands going for her cheeks. He tried to pinch them, but it was only ticklish. That caused her expression to soften even more.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Abba!” Keith pointed at a ball. May knew what he wanted to do.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We can y a bit. But you also have to take a nap.” Babies need their sleep to grow up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah!” Okay! Keith didn’t mind that. Like that, the two started to y. They kept doing that till Keith started to yawn. Seeing this, May picked Keith up and ced him into his crib.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nam.” As Keith slept, he started to munch on his pillow. May giggled more. The young master is too strange. But it was a strange that wasn’t bad.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">These next few days have been different.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Abba!” Keith moved his hands in the air. May wiggled her finger, “Young Master, you can’t have that. It’s too dangerous for you.” His eyes were locked on a ss cup. But it was too big for his hands.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ba!” That’s why I need to practice. Keith couldn’t put any strength in his throws when he yed with May. Frankly, it was embarrassing. That was why he needed to train his grip strength!


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Try something smaller first before you hold something big.” May handed him a small ball. That caused Keith to frown. I have been using that. I’m a pro with it! As Keith wanted to say more, May’s expression changed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What’s the matter? Keith tilted his head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">May quickly got up and bowed, “Marchioness.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Mother! A smile beamed on Keith’s face as he saw her enter. She was still beautiful from the first time he saw her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was rare for her toe to his room.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Keith’s mother, Sophia, woulde a couple of times to his room to feed him. Usually, the maids bottle-fed him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sophia calmly fed Keith. It was a few minutes before she burped Keith. That was it. Sophia got up, ready to leave. The child’s expression turned nk before the unthinkable happened.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He started to cry!


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sophia stopped moving. Turning to May, “May, stop him from crying.” This order was the usual. It was more so since May had gotten closer to Keith.


    <span style="font-weight:400">May nodded and picked Keith up, trying to soothe him. But that caused Keith to cry even louder!


    <span style="font-weight:400">May was stunned, but then she realized why he was crying, “Madam, I think the young master wishes to be with you.” The way he stared at Sophia made it apparent.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh?” That caused Sophia to freeze. She turned and stared at her son, who was still crying. It was only a few seconds before Sophia walked up. She took him out of May’s hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she did, Keith’s crying expression became happy as he stared at Sophia.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That caused Sophia to be silent. Well, she was quiet before. She continued to hold onto Keith. For Keith, he only wanted to be with her more.


    <span style="font-weight:400">His mother disappeared too soon in his previous life. That was why he wanted to spend time with them as much as possible.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Madam, please sit here.” May push a chair for Sophia to sit down. She did just that. It was a strange sight to behold. The maids didn’t bother them as they watched from the sideline.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Mother! Look what I can do! Keith started to move his hands, trying to get Sophia’s attention. It was adorable. However, Sophia continued to have an odd look.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was a few minutes before a maid entered the room, “Madam, you have an appointment.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.” Sophia got up from the chair and handed Keith back to May. When she did that, Keith frowned. He wanted to spend more time with her. Although, he understood. His mother was still the wife of the Marquis. She had responsibilities.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aggha Agha!” Sophia stared at her son, wondering what he was doing with his hand. As the trantor, May exined,


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The young master wishes you a good day.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You can understand him?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">May shook her head, “Only a bit. The young master’s use of gestures makes it easy to understand.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aga!” Keith’s smile was brighter! Well said, May! She was the only one who understood what he was saying right now. Well, she understood a fair amountpared to others.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There were times when she misinterpreted what he wanted to convey.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see.” Sophia didn’t question as she left the room. Keith raised up his arms and tried to pat May’s head. But what he patted instead was her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you trying to thank me, Young Master?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aba! Aba!” Keith nodded slowly. That caused May to shake her head,


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No need to thank me, Young Master. Please take a nap.” May ced Keith down on the bed. It was already past his nap time.