Chapter 340: An Elf Friend
"A baby sister?!" The couple exclaimed at the same time, but unlike Cassian who was still frozen, Madeline pondered on it and assumed it wasn’t a bad idea. She should get on with it now that she still has the strength to go through that experience again, and unlike her, she wouldn’t want her child to grow without a sibling, or even a sister to call his own.
"Why do you want a sister and not a brother?" Madeline asked her son softly, her eyes gleaming with a playful intent, and that was until she heard her son say,
"So when she irritates me, I can pull her hair." He answered, and the way he said it made it sound like a harmless intention he was eager to try. Madeline could hear her husband laugh softly behind her, as if their son’s words made him recollect how he treats his sister, and when she looked at him with a glare, he sealed his lips, schooling his expression in front of his son.
"That’s not a nice thing to do, to anyone for that matter. When you do get yourself a sister you need to–" Cassian tried to be reasonable but failed, "I’m horrible at this, I’ll lecture him on anything except that."
"Of course, you weren’t any different." Madeline muttered before turning to her son, "do you pull Lily’s hair all the time? Or where is this coming from?"
"I don’t. Knowing the kind of Mother I have I refrain from such activities, only when necessary, but the rest of my new friends do. Lily fakes her cry sometimes to get them in trouble when they do." He shrugged, and Madeline hardly knew what to say. All those times Lily would come crying to her, she always found her son sitting at the farthest corner, watching in silence, but now that he spilled it all out to her, she realized how keenly observant he was concerning matters around him.
What else does he know?
"Your son’s way of thinking is unlike any other child." Samantha showed up with a smile, and her presence made everyone camping out look cheerful. Lucy, who was roasting spiced meat on skewers, beamed at the sight of Samantha, and she handed her skewer to the confused Herbert so she could join her friend.
"Is she going to come back for it?" He inquired as he roasted it over the open flame, and Atticus relaxed his back on the bark of the tree, yawning from exhaustion.