My Husband, the Commander of Imperial Guards, Wants to Divorce Me, But I Don’t Want to Part With My Angelic Stepchild.

"It's a hiccup. Bice's uncle, Auntie."

"Lord Dennis told me. Well, you've come a long way. Noah."

"Noah. It's getting bigger. Think of it as our home and relax."

"Yes."

My parents also welcomed Noah's visit. Noah is like a grandson, even if he's original. At the beginning of my marriage to Anton, he had visited the Mansion of the King's Capital about twice, but I had stopped seeing him since my father gave him the title to his eldest brother.

The last time I saw Noah was about two years ago, so they were glaring at Noah's growth.

"Noah, aren't you hungry? Did you have lunch?

"I've been soaking up all over the place."

"Yes. Does Noah like raspberries? I just baked some pie. Want some?"

Passed through the reception room, Noah sat alongside me and the three-seater couch in a very big way. My parents sit side by side in the chair opposite it. Did Dora and Kieran shy away from our family, waiting in the next room?

When the samurai brings a wagon with sweets and tea and puts it in front of everyone, my mother recommends Noah pie. My mother is rare to the aristocratic lady, and she wants to make sweets by hand with her hobby. I was overjoyed that the raspberry pie cooked well today.

My mother should rarely fail because she's good at making sweets, but she was oddly sure how baked she was today. I somehow figured out why.

To feed my sweet Noah, he said he cared.

"Yes. I'll take it. Hey, where's Grandma?

"Sure, I'll take it."

Noah answers brightly and looks at me. I couldn't feel six months apart there. There shouldn't be a blood tie or a paperwork tie there, but it seemed like Noah was giving me back just how I felt about Noah.

"Noah, you must be tired of being rocked long enough by a carriage to get here, right? Want to take a nap?

"Yeah. But hey, I'd rather be by your side. Put your knees around me."

"Fine."

After eating the pie, Noah looked sleepy. He looked like he was biting off the stretch as he listened to the adult story in silence, so when I recommended a nap, he lay my knee on the couch on the pillow. This is my father's mansion, although it may be an attitude in the Wang capital where you are said to behave badly. Nor is there anyone here who blames the child for all the attitudes he takes.

My parents looked at it with a smile.

"Oh, my God. Don't go anywhere anymore."

That's what Noah said. When she held my hand, she closed the eye lid. Soon, Sue, I can hear you sleeping. I combed Noah's lustrous black hair.

"Oh. You fell asleep. Noah."

"You've come a long way to meet Yuri, Noah, six years old."

I felt soothed by Noah's sleeping face. My father told me that my six-year-old had come a long way to visit his mother in love. And I say it like I'm impressed.