Summary
I gave birth to a little sweet-talker, born with the ability to charm women. Honeyed words rolled right off his tongue.
“It’s okay if you don’t buy them for me, Mommy. I love you the mostest, mostest, mostest.”
My hand slipped, and five bags of chips landed in the basket.
Only after we got home did I start regretting it. “The big one is like this, and now the little one is too.”
No sooner had I muttered that than a warm body suddenly pressed up against me.
The man rubbed his chin against the hollow of my neck, his sticky-sweet voice melting straight into my heart.
“I love you the mostest, mostest, mostest, jiejie.”