Maxwell Peary nodded, "If you don't want to check, then we won't. Good girl."
He gently wiped away her tears and tenderly kissed her forehead.
"Look at you, crying at the drop of a hat, and you want to be a mom."
Be a mom?
Nia Mitchell was taken aback and lifted her head, her big, red eyes looking straight at him.
Her lashes were damp, making others want to take good care of her.
"What do you mean by that, uncle?"
She sniffed, her voice hoarse, tinged with a sob.
"Nia Mitchell."
Maxwell Peary solemnly lifted her chin, his expression unspeakably serious.
"Let's have a baby."
Nia Mitchell: ...!!!
A baby?
Maxwell Peary wants to have a baby?
Nia Mitchell's eyes widened with joy, filled with delight, hardly believing what she heard.
But...
She really heard it.
She... she could become a mom soon, right?
Uncle, he...
"Uncle..."
Nia Mitchell called softly, immediately throwing herself into Maxwell Peary's arms.
