The days when I lived with my 18-year-old schoolboy father

It is said that when a man becomes a father for the first time in his life, he will more or less feel at a loss. The so-called stupid father generally does not know that he is a stupid father.

In the same way, Qi Yue, the new father who slept with his son for the first time, was also in this confusing state——

I was a little anxious, but also a little excited, looking at the son in my arms was like looking at a peerless baby, holding him carefully and not daring to let go.

The son is so cute everywhere, biting his hands and hands, rubbing his head, talking in his sleep, kicking the quilt, and grabbing his hand when he was angry in a dream, and taking a bite.

In short, the most cute in the world.

Fortunately, now Fang Li has cut off the perception between the two personalities and fell into a deep sleep, otherwise he would definitely make a suffocating comment: Qi Yue is crazy.

Qi Yue also thinks he is crazy, there is no reason, you can't imagine the joy of being a father.

On this day, the rare weather was exceptionally clear, the blue sky was cloudless.

Yan Yao didn't know that his father was already extremely excited, and now he was sleeping obediently buried in Qi Yue's arms.

Because of the lack of security, the child slept with his back facing his father, his small back was clinging to his father's thick chest, and he held Qi Yue's hand in his arms, and his fiery palm was right on his stomach.

The fleshy belly rose and fell with the gentle breathing, Qi Yue hugged his son, as if he could feel his son's fresh vitality, he quietly withdrew his hand for a moment.

He propped himself up, slowly turned the child over, from lying on his side to lying on his back, and then leaned his head on his son's thin chest, listening to his heartbeat.

When the faint heartbeat beat against the eardrums, an inexplicable softness and warmth swept Qi Yue's mind.

In an instant, the uncontrollable gentleness melted the habitual sharpness and indifference in those phoenix eyes, becoming deep and peaceful.

This action is actually a bit strange, but fortunately, it lasts for a short time.Soon, Qi Yue got up silently again, lay down beside his son, and continued to hold his son without being noticed by the child.

But Yan Yao vaguely felt the heat source on her stomach leave, she frowned dissatisfiedly, turned around and looked for the hand just now.

Qi Yue hurriedly handed over his hand, but his son hugged his hand in his arms, instead of sticking it to his belly, he dazedly grabbed that hand and moved it to his mouth, and with a bit of an angry groan, it happened to bite on the tiger's mouth , and took the opportunity to grind his teeth.

The child's small teeth had no attack power at all. Qi Yue was bitten by his son so that his palms itched, but he didn't dare to pull it out directly, so he had to stick to Yan Yao's small ear and coaxed in a low voice:

"The medicine is wrong, this is not your quilt."

When Yan Yao heard this sentence while half asleep, she really frowned and loosened her mouth, pulled out that hand and stuffed it into her bosom.

But he didn't have his own little quilt on him at this time, Qi Yue slept with the child for the first time, thinking that the weather was warmer and he didn't need a quilt, so he didn't cover him, so Yan Yao couldn't sleep well.

He lingered restlessly in Qi Yue's arms for a while, then grabbed the big hands covering his belly and put them under his head, so that his small face was buried in his father's palms.

Seeing this, Qi Yue smiled lightly, and he didn't think it was uncomfortable to bend his hands, so he put his son on the pillow.

Seeing that the child gradually calmed down and began to sleep like a piglet again, Qi Yue leaned over and secretly kissed his son's forehead, his thin lips stuck to the soft black hair, and even smelled a faint Orange flavor, mixed with sweet and milky aroma.

Yaoyao, Daddy's little baby.

The title that I had never thought of before suddenly flashed into my mind, and Qi Yue curled his lips together, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

Probably at this time, even if his son punched him, he would praise his son for being so good.

The silly father was so sweet by his son that he couldn't find his way. He had already lost his judgment, but Yan Yao was still in the category of a normal child.

He slept with his father's palm on his pillow for more than half an hour, but he still woke up from the cold because he didn't have a quilt.

The child closed his eyes and whimpered aggrievedly, rolled over with his hands and feet curled up, and snuggled into his father's hot embrace.

His back, which was only in pajamas, was exposed to the air, making him shiver from the cold, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and tightened the shirt on Qi Yue's chest.

He was sleepy, cold and confused at the moment, and couldn't figure out why his father suddenly wouldn't cover him with a quilt, so he pitifully rubbed against Qi Yue's chest and murmured in a low voice.

"Daddy wants a quilt...it's cold...a small quilt!"

After saying a few words, the child lost his temper because of the cold, and kicked his feet angrily.

Qi Yue frowned at his son's call, and touched the child's back with his hand. It was really cold, so he got out of bed nervously, picked up his son, and walked quickly into the innermost bedroom to find a quilt.

When sleeping before, Fang Li was worried that the bed in the bedroom was too soft, and his son would not get up when he fell asleep. Then he would sleep all afternoon and miss the medicine time, so he carried Yan Yao to the outside lounge.

The bed in the lounge is a bamboo couch, which is suitable for taking a nap in summer. Yan Yao usually wakes up after an hour of sleep, because children hate hard bamboo couchs too much.

Originally, in today's abnormally hot weather, it was just right to sleep for an hour without covering the quilt.Who would have thought that because Qi Yue was sleeping with him, his son would actually sleep on the bamboo couch for almost two and a half hours.

It's been a long time to sleep, and the sun outside has gradually gone down, and the temperature has dropped, so Yan Yao will naturally feel cold.

Qi Yue quickly walked into the bedroom, found the small quilt on his son's bed, and immediately wrapped it carefully around Yan Yao's body, covering it tightly.

The warm and familiar quilt returned to her body, Yan Yao's frowning brows slowly relaxed, she buried her little head in the quilt, and fell asleep peacefully.

Qi Yue lowered his head and took a closer look, then raised his hands curiously to tuck in the quilt, revealing his son's small face.

Sure enough, a corner of the quilt was bitten in the mouth by the child.

He stretched out his fingers to hook the corner of the quilt that was bitten, but failed to hook it out. He gently pulled it with his upper hand, but he was still bitten tightly.

Seeing the child frowned, the father withdrew his hand with some regret.

My son's sleepiness seems to be... a little different.

Even if you recognize the quilt, you still have to bite.

Qi Yue walked around the room with his son in his arms, and successfully found more than a dozen small quilts of the same style neatly folded in the closet, and he knew it for a moment.

It seems that the other personality has long been accustomed to this matter. After all, according to his son's bite, washing two quilts a day is a conservative estimate.