No More Waiting, She Chooses Love
Chapter 712

I understood what Mack meant; seeing Deborah tonight was indeed a possibility.

When Mack and I arrived at the daycare, Susie was outside leading the children in a game of tag. You have to admit, from the cradle to the grave, the times we spend in daycare are the best. No studying, just play-however it makes you happy.

Mack and I didn't want to interrupt Susie and the kids' game, so we simply stood by and watched quietly. But the children were quite intrigued by us, especially by Mack. One of the cheekier ones approached Susie and said, "Miss Collins, you've got a new boyfriend." Kids say the darndest things, don't they?

Susie corrected with a smile, "He's not my boyfriend, he's my brother." But the kids weren't convinced and started chanting, "Boyfriend, boyfriend..."

With a helpless shake of her head, Susie watched as Mack and I stepped forward to hand out the little gifts we'd brought. The moment they got their gifts, they quieted down, but not without the ringleader saying, "Thanks for the gift, Mister Boyfriend." "These kids are too grown-up for their age," Susie said, moving to stand in front of Mack and me.

She looked at Mack, and I could feel my heart racing, my breath tightening. The difference between the Mack of now and the Ernest of before was stark. I was really worried Susie might not recognize him or outright deny he was Ernest. Though I was convinced Mack was Ernest, it seemed my heart still had its doubts, probably because he hadn't admitted it to me directly.

Susie's examination of Mack lasted a full minute before she suddenly stepped forward and hugged him, "Bro..."

That single word made my heart both ache and settle. Mack patted her head, "You're doing great as a teacher."

"Bro, you can't stay away that long ever again," Susie's voice was tinged with emotion.

Listening to them made my throat tighten, so I turned to the kids playing with their gifts and walked over, "Do you like the gifts?"

"Love them!" they chorused.

Seeing their innocent, adorable faces softened my heart, "Next time, I'll bring you even better gifts, okay?"

"Okay!" Their unanimous response was loud and clear.

"But I want a gift from you guys, too," I teased them.

This puzzled the little ones until one child came over and planted a kiss on my cheek, "Sister, this is my gift."

I laughed, "Since when does a kiss count as a gift?"

"It does! Whenever Mom wants a

gift, Dad kisses her and says it's a gift," the child's logic was an

adorable reflection of their home life.

swnovel.

I couldn't argue, especially since

such gifts were a testimony to

happiness for a child. The love net

between parents is a child's greatest treasure.

"Right, a kiss can be a gift," I agreed, and suddenly, I was swarmed by the kids, getting kisses on my nose, forehead, and cheeks, almost 'devoured' by their affection.

"Looks like you're a hit with the kids," a familiar voice made me look up, but I was so surrounded, I couldn't even lift my head. Clap, clap, clap...

With the sound of clapping, Mack announced, "Kids, the first one to sit down gets a gift from me too."