Chapter 578: Newborn babies are grandmas’ and grandpas’ idol
"So, that’s what happened..."
As Aunt Nezja advised me earlier, I told Natha about what I had been thinking. When he returned from his office, I took him to the bedroom before he could visit Shwa as usual, telling him that Aunt Nezja was having a bonding time with our son.
He went from intrigued to concerned when I brought him to the couch instead of the bed and put on a serious expression. There were even a few seconds when he looked dreaded before asking me if he had done something wrong.
I laughed because I realized I was acting too tense--perhaps because I was in the middle of solving the box’s puzzle when he came. He sighed in relief when I took out the treasure box and told him what I said to Aunt Nezja earlier. I waited for his reply while rubbing the bracelet, thinking about modifying it to fit Shwa.
"Sweetheart,"
"Mm?"
Natha got up from the couch and sat on the ottoman he dragged in front of me instead. He held up his palms and I placed my hands there instinctively.
"This is your people, your place, your inheritance," he said. "You can do whatever you want. My role is to help you pave the way with whatever I have in my possession--and then some."
That meant if he hadn’t had it in his possession yet, he would try his very best to acquire it.
"All of my resources are yours; including myself," he added, and even without seeing into those firm silver eyes, I already knew he meant every single word. Every promise. "Just tell me what to do, and I shall heed it."
He no longer said things like he’d do it for me or he’d wage war for me like before. Instead, he told me he would let me do what I wanted and supported it, which I appreciated. Could I take it that his trust in my agency had grown?