Villainess Raising Kiddo's
Chapter 8

Seeing Delio interested, Vera taught him to write again. Starting with horizontal and vertical lines. He wrote first, then held Delio's hand to write several times.

After looking at it a few times, the little one felt that he could already. He excitedly said that he wanted to write for himself.

“Oke, then try writing yourself.” Vera let go of his hand.

Delio sat on the chair while holding a pencil. His movements fulfilled Vera's request. The tip of the pencil landed on the paper. He pulled the line back, making long strokes on the paper.

Delio's confused.

"Mother." He raised his head while pointing at the letters he wrote. "Dangerous!"

"The first time I started writing it was so. You can't hold a pencil as a child either. Delio's been great." Vera stroked Delio's head, and did not hesitate to vilify him for the sake of comforting his son.

“Mother is too?” exclaim the little guy. Seeing Vera nod, the sadness in her heart disappeared. He giggled, then lowered his head and made another horizontal line.

Children's bones are soft, the muscles of the body are not in place, the letters written are irregular.

Delio practiced many times, but the horizontal line he wrote was still like a tadpole. Unable to hold a pencil, he soiled his hands and face.

Vera didn't let him train for long. He picked up a pencil and paper when it was time for bed.

He took Delio to the sink, then washed his face and hands clean, placed it on the mattress and covered it. "It's late, Delio has to sleep."

"okay." The little one pulled the blanket over his chin, looked at mom as he said, "New sleep can be high."

“Yes, new sleep can be high." Vera looked down and kissed Delio on the forehead. “Goodnight, dear.”

Delio kissed back. "Good night too, Mother."

The next day, Vera took her son to a nearby supermarket to buy things.

New homes for rent are very complete, lacking only kitchen utensils such as pots and pans.

The previous owner of the body basically did not cook. There was only a rice cooker and fryer at home. The bottom of the pan is uneven and cannot heat. Vera feels uncomfortable every time she cooks. Because sooner or later he will move house, he can only be patient. Now that the new kitchen was big enough, he could finally buy all the equipment he wanted.

Vera stopped at a place selling kitchen utensils. He bought all the kitchen utensils he thought of. The total barely fits in the shopping cart.

After completing his equipment, Vera took Delio to the children's kit area and bought him some toys, literacy books, and storybooks.

Delio first received the toy. He did not want to let go of his superman. When he paid the bill, he didn't want to put it down. Walking some rare, he'll touch his superman.

Because there is a delivery service at the supermarket, Vera decides to write her address before taking a taxi to the new house with Delio.

The new house is beautifully decorated, bright and warm. Much better than a cramped, dark house just yet.

The little guy fell in love at first sight when he arrived at the new house. He ran in the room happily. After looking at the room, she ran to Vera's side, pulling her clothes while asking, "Mother, is this our home?"

"Yes, this is our home. Once you make money, we'll move to a bigger house."

"Move to a bigger house!" exciting Delio.

He stretched his hand to the maximum while opening his mouth wide: "You are this big."

Delio had tried, but what a power he was short, his arms were only a meter long. That's not much.

The corner of Vera's lips twitched. He rubbed the little guy's hair. "OKAY. Then Delio should be excited. Next time make money to buy a house that big."

"okay!"

Since this house will be made the house of the newlyweds, there are no mattresses in the house. The owner said that the mattress would be brought here at night.

Delio was completely in love with this house. He was a little reluctant to leave when he was coming home.

He gripped Vera's hand while looking inside as the door was about to close, then looked up to be sure. "Mother, are we moving here tomorrow?"

"Yes, we're moving in and living here tomorrow."

As tomorrow will be living in a beautiful house, Delio is so excited that he cannot sleep at night. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed and spoke nonstop. The more he spoke, the more excited he became.

Vera had a headache because of him, and felt that the previously gentle little angel was possessed by the little devil. He picked up the storybook he bought today to stop Delio's delusion.

"Okay, the sky's already dark should be sleeping. Don't talk. I'll tell you to Delio."

As soon as he said so, the little guy finally shut up.

The protagonist in this storybook is an egg. The book tells the story of how he fought criminals and eventually became human. The story is quite interesting.

The speed of reading Vera is not fast. The sound is nice, elegant and soft so it can attract people's attention.

The story on the paper turned into words and came out of his mouth. Delio is intrigued by the story Vera tells and slowly forgets about moving house.

Kiki in the story is amazing. Can he really be a human from an egg? If Kiki can become a human, does Delio also come out of the egg?

Delio had a lot of questions to ask, but Mother told him not to talk. He's a good boy, so you have to obey.

The little one keeps a lot of questions in the heart, the drowsiness gradually increases as the story progresses. He closed his eyes, approached Vera, then fell asleep after a while.

Delio bedwetting.

Vera felt something was wrong when she woke up in the morning. He felt his clothes wet.

He initially thought he was coming by the moon, but once awake, he found that his estimate was wrong. Then he saw a dark color on the blanket wrapped around the little man.

Actually understandable. Children sleep late at night and can not wake up in the middle of the night is commonplace.

Thinking so, Vera pinched the little guy's cheek with a smile. He changed his clothes, took a shower, then returned to wake his son.

Delio was embarrassed.

She was woken up by Vera, taken to the bathroom to take a shower. After getting dressed, she stood to the side while watching her mother wash the blanket and iron the waterproof bed linen.

He did not say a word from the start, only lowered his head and felt like he wanted to find a place to hide.

He was four years old and could still be wet! I'd hate him.

Delio felt like crying. Her eyes were teary, but her tears were not dripping.

No, can't cry! I don't like whiny kids. He lifted his head to peek at the busy woman, then quietly wiped the tears from her eyes, then dried them behind her back, as if nothing had happened.

Vera lifted waterproof bed linen onto the balcony for drying, then took out a blanket for drying. After doing all that, he rubbed his waist. When he turned around, he saw the boy behind him.

The little one was silent all morning, probably because his pride was hurt.

Vera will not ignore the self-esteem of a child. He walked to the front of Delio then crouched down without any mention about bedwetting. He behaves as usual. "Is Delio hungry? I just cooked porridge this morning. Let's go eat. "

"Mother ...." Seeing Mom talking to him, Delio could not help it. Fear and panic exploded. He hugged Vera's neck, buried his head on Vera's shoulder while sobbing.

Vera was surprised by his reaction. This was the first time he had seen Delio cry after transmigration for several days. He patted Delio's back. "What's up, baby? You don't want to eat porridge?"

"Huhuhuhu .... Not ...." Delio cried while shaking his head. She hugged Vera tighter as she said, "Mother .. don't .. don't throw me out."