And he's my biological child!
"Cough cough" Melody Thorne choked on her own saliva,
No, she didn't give birth to him; it was when she fell into a coma at eighteen, then someone took something from her body, and then Timmy came along.
But no matter what you say, Timmy is also her son.
"Look at you, so silly," Timmy picked up a grape and stuffed it into her mouth. "If you want to share with me, just say it; I don't mind you being dirty."
Melody Thorne "..."
Her feelings were complicated.
Seeing her expression, Timmy became even more smug, his little face moved closer to her, "How about it? I'm better to you than my dad, right?"
How could Melody Thorne resist the boy god's little eyes? She suddenly doubted how her genes were so good to produce Timmy, such a little boy god.
"Mmm, yes, you're much better than your dad," Melody Thorne nodded with a conscience.
Timmy leaned against the back of the chair, looking at her seriously, "Then tonight, will you tell me three stories?"
