Chapter 781 Gifford''s Woes


    Gifford was almost three years old, and ir was now seven months pregnant with her second child.


    One night, the little boy woke up because he had to pee. He turned on the bedsidemp, got out of bed


    and went to his bathroom.


    As he walked out of the bathroom, he suddenly remembered the monsters from his favorite cartoon—


    Journey to the West. He quickly opened the door and ran towards his mom''s bedroom.


    When he arrived at the door, Gifford heard strange noisesing from the room.


    He turned the doorknob quietly and popped his head into the room. What he saw shocked him! His


    mom was pressed against the bed, and his dad was bullying her!


    The young boy was angered.


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    Gifford pushed the door open, and ran towards the bed, crying loudly, "Mommy!" He was terrified for


    her.


    Wesley had heard noises at the door while he was having sex with ir. But he was too focused to


    stop and take a look. He didn''t expect his son to barge in like this.


    Wesley immediately covered them with the quilt. Crying, Gifford stood next to the bed and tried to lift


    the quilt off his parents. "I won''t love you anymore, Daddy! How could you bully Mommy like that?" he


    cried.


    Embarrassed, ir grabbed the quilt tightly to stop him from lifting it. Gifford, on the other hand, wanted


    to drive Wesley out of the bed, so he kept tugging at the quilt.


    Since ir was pregnant, Wesley hadn''t had the chance to have sex with her for a long time. He had


    pleaded with her for so long, and she had finally agreed. Yet, their romantic moment was interrupted by


    their only son. Wesley was so mad, and Gifford''s cries made him even angrier.


    He threw back the quilt and began to put on his pajamas in front of his son.


    Gifford, who had been crying nonstop, raised his head. When he saw his naked father, he was shocked


    and lowered his head to look at his own. He stopped crying.


    ''Daddy''s willy is so terrifying! Mine is cuter, '' he thought.


    In order to not wake up the elders, Wesley closed the bedroom door. He had no idea that his son was


    secretly feeling sorry for him.


    ''Does Daddy feel inferior because of his horrible willy? I feel bad for him now. I better continue to love


    him...'' The little boy was deep in thought.


    "You little devil! Why are you awake in the middle of the night?" Wesley asked and patted lightly on


    Gifford''s head. He didn''t use much strength, and the boy was too indulged in his own thoughts to


    respond.


    ir thought that her son was too terrified by what he had seen. She put on her night gown and got out


    of bed. "Gifford, are you all right? Daddy wasn''t bullying Mommy. He was..." Her voice trailed off; she


    didn''t know how to exin the situation to a three-year-old.


    After considering it for a while, she finally came up with an excuse. "Mommy wasn''t feeling well, and


    Daddy was giving me a massage."


    "Daddy, are you feeling bad?" Gifford asked. He was actually asking whether Wesley was feeling bad


    because of his abnormal willy.


    "Of course, I am. Next time, you must knock before entering our room!" Wesley said in a serious tone.


    He didn''t know why his son had asked whether he was feeling bad, but he was definitely feeling bad at


    that moment.


    Gifford nodded his little head.


    Wesley asked ir to get some rest, and he took the little boy to his bedroom.


    The moment Gifford got into bed, he said, "Daddy, I''m hungry." He decided to give some of his snacks


    to his dad tofort him. ''He must be feeling horrible every day. I should try tofort him with


    delicious food.''


    Wesley checked the time; it was past midnight. "It''ste. You can''t eat snacks in the middle of the


    night."


    The little boy''s eyes widened as he retorted in disbelief, "You are lying! If we can''t eat snacks in the


    middle of the night, then why is there a light inside the refrigerator?"


    Wesley thought for a while before answering, "The light in the refrigerator is only there to brighten the


    inside of the fridge when it is kept in dark rooms. It''s not used to eat at night."


    "But, I want to eat something!"


    "Son, what you are doing now vites the heavenly rules. You will be pressed under the Five-Finger


    Mountain by the Buddha."


    Gifford was so much into "Journey to the West" recently. So, he protested, "The Buddha and Monkey


    King are not real! They are just imaginations."


    Wesley was starting to have a headache because his son was now smarter than his peers. He rubbed


    his aching temples and said, "If you vite the heavenly rules, they are going to be very real."


    Gifford''s eyes widened. He didn''t speak, nor could he sleep. He just stared at his father,


    expressionless.


    Wesley cast a sidelong nce at his son. "You are supposed to be asleep by nine, yet here we are,


    way past twelve o''clock. If you don''t sleep now, you will not be allowed to watch ''Journey to the West''


    tomorrow."


    "I want Mommy!" the boy bargained.


    "What do you want from her now? Your mommy isn''t feeling well. Let her sleep." ir was probably


    more disturbed than he was because they had been interrupted.


    "Mommy loves me! You don''t love me at all!" Gifford said angrily.


    ''Seriously? Am I being that obvious?'' Wesley wondered with a sigh.


    He knewst month that he was going to have a daughter. Since then, his whole attention had been


    focused on the baby in ir''s belly.


    He would imagine what he would do after the girl was born. He would take her to the amusement park.


    He would buy beautiful clothes for her...


    He cleared his throat and tried to talk to his son in a calm voice. "Sleep now. You can see Mommy


    tomorrow morning."


    "No! I want her now!"


    Wesley lost his patience. "Since you don''t want to sleep, let''s go jogging together." He was angry and


    he couldn''t find a way to vent his fury.


    He reached out his arms to hold the boy. But Gifford turned and avoided him. He quickly shut his eyes


    and pretended to sleep.


    His childish behavior amused Wesley. "Sleep well. Daddy won''t leave until you fall asleep," he said in a


    soft voice.


    "Good night, Daddy." Gifford yawned. He was indeed sleepy. He decided to go to his mom as soon as


    he got up in the morning.


    After making sure that the boy was sound asleep, Wesley heaved a sigh of relief and went back to his


    bedroom.


    ir was not asleep yet. Upon seeing him, she asked, "How''s Gifford? Is he asleep?"


    "Yeah." Wesley took off his pajamas and threw them away. "That boy is so hard to deal with," he


    Wesley said.


    ir cast a reproachful nce at him. "I told you to lock the door, but you didn''t listen. You can''t me


    him."


    "I didn''t expect this to happen." He pulled ir into his arms. After what had happened, he would make


    sure to lock the door next time. He didn''t want their intimacy to be interrupted again.


    ir rested her head on his shoulder. "Get some rest."


    "Mm hmm."


    But his moves betrayed his thoughts. She grabbed hold of his hand. "What are you doing?"


    "We must finish what was started. That is good virtue. You get some rest; I''ll finish it on my own."


    ir rolled her eyes. ''Really? How can I fall asleep with you torturing me?''


    When Evelyn was almost five years old, ir had given birth to Gifford. Debbie had given birth to


    Terilynn soon after that.


    Now, three yearster, ir gave birth to Yvette Li. Another two years down the line, Debbie gave birth


    to Matthew, her third child with Carlos.