Daddy, I Want Mummy...
Chapter 11's

All the characters, incidents, and settings in this story are fictional. Similarities to certain stories, both plot and characters are just coincidental and unintentional.

HAPPY READING

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Rachel James looked at a photograph, and her eyes could not help but be glued to the face of Christopher Morgan that she could not find any flaws in.

The warm current spread rapidly from the bottom of his heart to the rest of his limbs and bones, which immersed him in a warm atmosphere.

Christopher noticed Rachel's figure, saw her tiny face showing a blank look, and he smiled. "Fell in love with me, huh?"

The final sound of the word rose gently, which was magnetic, and very interesting.

Rachel realized. "What is his normal body temperature?"

Christopher gently opened Owen's pajamas and took out a thermometer under his arm.

Rachel took the thermometer and went to a brighter place to look at it.

"39. 2 degrees, she needs anti-pyretic needles and infusion. Is he allergic to drugs?"

"NO."

Rachel nodded and started to take out the medicine.

While giving the injection, Rachel hesitates and then sticks a needle into Owen's instep.

Children usually like to move, and they easily touch the needles that cause bending and could hurt themselves.

As the needle pierced Owen's delicate skin, his body twitched, and wanted to thrash.

Christopher's large hand held his small leg, and at the same time covered Rachel's hand. Then, he whispered, "Be a good boy, don't move."

Owen did not move anymore, he obediently let Rachel fix the needle.

Christopher carried Owen until the first bottle of the infusion ran out, then he laid Owen on the bed.

As soon as he touched the bed, Owen thrashed.

Christopher lifted her up again and patted her small butt gently with his big hand.

Rachel saw Christopher had been doing it for almost an hour and Rachel said, "Do you want me to try it?"

After saying that, Rachel regretted it. He spoke too closely.

As he hesitated to explain something, a soft little thing was placed in his hand.

Those are Owen's shoes.

Christopher Morgan said, "I've spoken to the hospital leaders for you. All your time here today. I have an important meeting at ten o'clock and an internal meeting in the afternoon, and I won't be back until six o'clock at the earliest. In the meantime, help me keep Owen."

"I'm not good at taking care of kids."

"There's a waiter and a baby sister here, and they'll tell you what to do. Owen just let me touch him and they can't handle it."

"All right."

Christopher touched Rachel's head. "Thank you."

After saying that, Christopher immediately went out.

In that large room, only Rachel and Owen were left.

Rachel looked down and looked at Owen's small face, which looked hot. His heart really became very calm.

Owen causes more problems than any other child when they are sick, and spends most of his time sleeping.

As long as they are in a sling, they can be very quiet.

Rachel plucked out her needle after shuffling three bottles of infusion.

When the Baby Sister saw him, she entered with her servant for lunch. "Miss Rachel, it's lunch time. Want to eat here?"

"It's okay."

Rachel did not intend to impose that aspect, saying, "Do you have any porridge? Feed Owen some porridge, if he doesn't eat, he'll heal more slowly."

"I'll prepare, Miss. Please, Miss Rachel, feed the young master."

"All right."

After the waiter put lunch on the bedside table, he went to find a clean house suit for Owen.

Rachel touched Owen's forehead and felt that the heat was not as high as before.

His black and bright eyes were covered in a layer of water mist, revealing a hint of foggy light.

Then, he seemed to see the person holding it clearly, and his eyes instantly sparkled.

In the next instant, she lifted her reddish little lips, and her sweaty little head was buried in Rachel's embrace.

Rachel was devastated by her reaction. When he saw Owen was sick, and now that Owen was so dependent on him, he could have refused to take care of him, he suddenly wanted to carry a knife and cut himself.

Rachel subconsciously softened her voice. "Darling, you're awake. How about eating porridge?"

Owen shook his head gently, and his chubby little arm hung weakly on Rachel's arm.

Rachel persuaded Owen to eat a little.

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Christopher had not expected to see such a sight when he came home.

On Owen's wide bed, two soft sweet faces lay helplessly on the pillow.

Owen spoiledly slept on Rachel's arm and she slept like a marmot.

Rachel faced towards Owen, and her other hand was placed on Owen's stomach, she slept quietly and indifferently.

Christopher goes to bed and pulls the blanket over to cover them.

Rachel was awakened by her actions and soon recovered from her confusion. "What time is it?"

"06:30."

"It's too late ?! I have to go home."

"Owen would be sad if he woke up and couldn't see you."

Rachel wakes up, remembering Owen's dependence on her, then she says, "I'll come and see him again tomorrow."

Christopher wouldn't force it. "I'll take you home."

"No need."

"You've been helping me take care of Owen all day. If I don't drive you home, it doesn't make any sense. After all, no other cars are passing by here."

Rachel remembered in detail the surroundings there and did not mind anymore.

Christopher still had his seat belt on for Rachel as he did in the morning, which made Rachel James very uncomfortable, but she said nothing.

The car also split the road.

Rachel felt uncomfortable at first, but a moment later, she ignored him.

Until the car stopped at Rachel's house, none of them said a word.

As soon as Christopher stopped the car, he opened the car door and got off. After saying goodbye, he entered his house without looking back.

Christopher sees Rachel leaving, and the corner of his lips is slightly raised, and he starts the car and leaves.

As soon as Rachel entered the door, she was attracted to the smell of food at home.

He took off his shoes and shouted, "Mom, I love you! I can love you for another 500 years for your craft!"

"Please reduce your flattery, wash your hands, and eat quickly."

"All right." Rachel ran to the kitchen to wash her hands and then sat down at the table.

Amelie gave him a bowl of soup. "Chris drove you home?"

"What?" Rachel was almost choked by Amelie's words.

"What's the guy who drove you home earlier, Christopher?"

"Hm."

"Are you really having an affair with her?" ask Amelie.

Rachel turned to her father, James, and said, "Dad, take care of your wife."

James clapped his hand. "We really want to know the real relationship between you and Chris. The last time we saw him, we didn't have time to ask. We both thought maybe he just happened to drive you home, and we didn't want to interfere too much in your personal life. But in a week, he's been driving you home twice, which we think is not normal."

Rachel seriously said, "Today her son is sick, I helped take care of him."

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