Pampered by My Secret Husband

“Snowball,” Thomas Shannon simply pushed open the door and called softly.

Snowball turned her head and smiled, “Daddy.”

“Come here, go back to rest with Daddy.”

Snowball was just about to get up when Sophie Sullivan pressed her body down, making her lie back again. She smiled ruefully and said, “Snowball is sleeping with me tonight. It’s getting late, I hope you close the door when you leave, thank you.”

“It is getting late, so as not to affect my Snowball’s rest, please take your son away.”

William Westlake gently reminded him, “Daddy, he is also your son.”

Thomas Shannon: “…”

Completely speechless.

Sophie looked impatient as she covered Snowball’s ears and signaled William Westlake to do the same. William grinned and nodded, “Got it, Fennie!”

Two tiny hands immediately covered the ears.

Sophie was extremely satisfied, her cold gaze aimed at Thomas Shannon, “Let me remind you, boys and girls are different, Snowball is already three years old, not suitable to sleep with you.”

“Ha, you woman really need to be taught a lesson!” Thomas Shannon kicked the door panel.

The door panel slammed against the wall, creating a big noise.

“What’s going on?” Mrs. Shannon heard the noise and came upstairs, hearing the commotion from afar.

Thomas Shannon glared at Sophie with dangerous cold eyes, then turned and left.

William Westlake lay on Thomas Shannon’s shoulder, making a victory sign toward Sophie.

Sophie blew a flying kiss, her son was terrific!

During the late and quiet night, Sophie was still awake.

Snowball had already slept by her side, her soft little hands grabbing Sophie’s fingers, her breathing was shallow and long.

Dense eyelashes, casting a shadow below the eyelids.

The little mouth slightly pouting, extremely cute.

Different from William Westlake’s sprawling sleeping position, Snowball slept gently, rarely turning over.

Sophie lay on her side, supporting her head with one hand, with Snowball holding the other, her heart seemed to be filled by this tiny hand.

It was as if honey was poured inside her heart, sweet and blissful.

This was her daughter…

She was her Christina…

The fortunate thing was, during these three years, Mrs. Shannon would show photos to Snowball, telling her that the person in the photos was mommy.

So Snowball could accept her so quickly, all thanks to Mrs. Shannon.

Feeling soft inside, Sophie lowered her head and kissed Snowball’s soft cheek, “Good night, my Snowball.”

In another bedroom, unable to sleep at night, there was also Thomas Shannon.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t sleepy, but the little rascal beside him didn’t give him a chance to sleep properly.

Sprawled sleeping position, turning over every 10 minutes, changing the position.

Punching and kicking in his dream, acting out a forceful play.

That tiny arm and short leg, an unexpected punch came, really quite painful.

Thomas Shannon held him loosely in his arm, afraid he might fall off the bed, otherwise, he would bite him back, complaining to Mrs. Shannon and James Shannon.

Under the dim yellow light, William Westlake’s brows were peaceful, very much like him.

Seeing him at the first glance, Thomas Shannon knew he was his child.

Just like seeing Sophie, he knew she was Snowball’s mommy.

Genes are truly a magical thing, to inherit someone’s facial features so similarly.

Late into the night, William Westlake drowsily sat up, about to get out of bed.

Thomas Shannon just wanted to sleep, thinking he was sleepwalking, scared and immediately sat up, William turned his head, seeing Thomas Shannon also awake, politely asked, “Daddy, do you need to pee too?”

Thomas Shannon: “…”

Little rascal, who wants to pee with you!