Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Nico got three very fit young nannies to take turns taking care of little Cerrato.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Little Cerrato is growing up strong.

The boy is masculine, as he does not inherit Micaela’s rare blood type, and he has a solid body, which is good for nurturing.

Micaela did not have to worry much about it.

It was Micaela herself who was in the hospital for quite some time before she was discharged.

Nico has not been able to spend much time with the baby due to weakness caused by bleeding during delivery.

The good thing is that there is a nurse and it is not necessary for Micaela to get up at night to breastfeed.

On the day of little Cerrato’s first birthday, Grandfather Amengual made a big fuss over his grandson.

As everyone knows, Nico’s wife, Micaela, gave birth to a son, Cerrato.

Cerrato is inspired by Li Bai’s poem about the river.

It is a resounding name.

The world thought the child would grow up to be a rebellious imp, just like Nico.

The name alone is remarkable.

And indeed, the boy is different.

When little Cerrato was three years old, he asked his father Nico: “Daddy, do you love me?”.

His father said with little concern, “I love your mother more.”

Little Cerrato was dejected, sitting alone on the backyard steps, his little hand on his chin, contemplating.

He ran back to his mother and asked, “Mama, why did you have me?”

His mother said, “Because I didn’t want your father to look bad in front of his brothers.”

“…” It really is redundant.

That same day, little Cerrato grabbed his savings jar, took a bunch of money out of his father’s wallet, stuffed it in his school bag and ran away from home.

Oh, and he brought his favorite clothes.

Finally, when Nico and Micaela find him, he’s at his little aunt’s house having fun with his little cousin.

Nico coldly grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him over to Micaela and asked, “Why did you run away from home?”

Cerrato said, “I don’t want to intrude on both of you.”

Micaela was a little worried, but when she heard her son say that, she couldn’t help but look at him and say, “Then you don’t have to run away from home, you can hide in your room and play.”

Cerrato looked at his beautiful mother and said with a little grimace, “Mom, why don’t you even cry when I run away from home?”.

She remembers the last time she kidnapped the siblings from La Villa Rouco for a night out and when Uncle Adam and Auntie Mu found them, Auntie Mu hugged Paulita and almost cried with worry.

She was very fond of her mother. Since she was born, she had never seen a woman who looked better than her mother, and even Aunt Mu and the others were inferior to her mother.

However, he always felt that his mother did not love him as much as she loved his father one hundred percent.

Lucius is right, the parents are the true love, the child is an accident.

He was the accident.

Micaela squatted down, level with her son, and said, “Mom trust you not to get lost, you’re very smart and you took a lot of money from daddy’s wallet, I thought, probably to run away.

The first time you ran away from home, you went to La Villa Rouco to hack with Lucio, and then your mother and I went to pick you up and you refused to leave. The third time you ran away, you went to the crane machine at the mall with Miss Paula from La Villa Rouco and Lucio and took all the dolls from the machine. The owner wasn’t happy and held the three of you, you didn’t have enough money on you, so you called us to come and fix it. At what point would you say that counts as running away from home? Didn’t you give yourself a reason to go out and have fun?”

Cerrato: …

It’s true that Dad understands his son better.

Cerrato tilted his little face and looked at his father, innocently saying, “Dad, I actually ran away from home just to make an appearance so you and Mom would pay more attention to me.”

Nico reached up to hold the back of his head and patted him lightly, “I believe you at face value.”

Cerrato: “…”

…

My name is Cerrato and I am the son of Nico and Micaela.

By definition, everyone thinks I am a noble son born with a golden spoon.

But the truth is that I was a poor child whose father did not love him and whose mother did not love him.

At one point, I asked my incredibly handsome father-in-law very sincerely, “Dad, was I really an accident? Did you and Mom really not plan on having children?”

I hadn’t been in the world long and half understood many things about the human condition, but I did know that most families have children, like La Villa Rouco, where Aunt Mu gave two children directly to Uncle Adam.

Miss Paula is spoiled by Uncle Adam like a little girl.

Of course, I share Lucio’s illness, but like Lucio, I don’t like too much attention from my parents, which is also quite annoying.

Sometimes I think that Dad and my mother are good enough not to interfere with what I do, unlike other children who are scolded for watching cartoons for too long.

In my father’s and mother’s eyes, Cerrato was always a little adult who didn’t need much control.

My mother would even read me the full version of Shakespeare in English, for God’s sake, he’s only three years old despite his IQ.

Sometimes I feel like grabbing my head and saying, “Mom, you really overestimate me, I’m just a kid.”

My handsome father looked at me and said, “Indeed, you were an accident, your mother nearly died of a hemorrhage when she gave birth to you, so if you ever upset your mother, I won’t let you go.”

I was tempted to ask my dad if he would give me another sister or something, something as cute and pretty as Miss Paula, who was a little more proud and whimsical, but nice.

But I see my dad’s attitude, and I’m sure he doesn’t want my mom to have any more children.

My father also told me, “Later, when you meet someone you really like, you’ll understand why the baby was an accident.”

In the end, my father followed with a dejected, “Of course, you may not meet someone you like so much in your life, after all, the kind of relationship I have with your mother is rare in the world.”

My father is so conceited and stinky.

I’m so handsome, how could I not meet someone who’s in love with me?

But then again.

My dad and my mom have a weird bond.

I used to see my mom sitting on the couch late at night, reading a book and falling asleep, and my dad walking up to her, gently taking the book out of her hand and holding her in his arms.

My father was so nervous he had to take her to the hospital and told her she didn’t have to peel the fruit herself if she wanted to eat it.

God, my dad was never that nervous when I leaned over, my mom just crossed her fingers.

Besides, my father always kissed my mother whenever and wherever he could.

I grew up to be three years old and, as far as I can remember, my father never kissed me.

Once I kissed him and he wiped his face in disgust and said, “It’s full of spit.”

He also said that two men kissing is not too disgusting for you.

Well, a little older, I feel a little bad myself.

My father has never been so kind to me.

All my father’s tenderness and patience he gave, in general, only to my mother, so there was little good humor with me.

My mother always smiled kindly and said to me, “Cerrato, your father loves you, he just doesn’t have a very good character and doesn’t express his love in words. And your father is arrogant, he doesn’t like you, but he really loves you.”

I think he does.

At the end of the day, I like playing with my dad, even though he always says I’m a rookie.

But I have an amazing dad, and I’m very proud to brag to my friends about it.

By the way, my father always called my mother, Micaela, Micaela.

It sounded strangely awkward to me.

I asked my father why he called my mother Micaela.

My father said, “Because your mother and I are the same, we are paired. And I’m the only one who calls her that.”

Another dog treat from the overbearing boss.

Well, my parents are spreading dog food around the house again and I need to get under my covers and hide before I choke on it.

[End of story]