Your Love Is My Weapon

"Do you know why Janet gave me the child instead of giving the Clintons?”

Xavier rolled over, his arms around her back, and his palm against her arm. He knew that Janet wanted her child to grow up in a good environment.

However, she took advantage of Arya's kindness and the friendship between Arya and Jasper.

This made Xavier very unhappy.

He didn't hide it from Arya and told her what he heard, "Whatever you want to do, I'll support you.” Arya did not expect Janet to give her the child just for the child's future.

If it was her, she wouldn't be willing to give her own child to someone else.

Arya leaned against his chest, "I understand why Janet kept it from the Clintons. If the two old people knew, they wouldn't want to give me the child. They're old and don't have the energy to take care of the child... In fact, even if she didn't give me the child, I will never refuse if she needs my help in the future. Now I'm very passive.”

"Have you ever thought that this child might be the spiritual sustenance of the two old people of the Clintons?" Xavier lowered his eyes and looked at Arya. "I can give that child whatever he wants. I will support you if you want to keep him by your side, but I don't want you to decide his life. It's not good for anyone if there's any misunderstanding when he grows up in the future.”

Arya was ambivalent, "I'll go see her tomorrow. We'll make things clear in person. If she still thinks that it's the best choice to let me raise the child, then I'll raise him. But we have to let the two old people in the Clintons know and let them hold out hope.”

Xavier lowered his head and kissed her forehead. It was best to tell everything clearly now. If the child grew up and heard any rumors, he would have complaints in his heart.

When she thought it over, she was so tired that she closed her eyes.

Xavier kissed her from the corner of her eyes and brows. Arya pushed him. "I'm sleepy.”

"OK." Xavier rubbed her lips and didn't mean to leave at all. "Arya, why don't you call me husband?" Arya turned around, but Xavier pulled her over again, not allowing her to hide.

It wasn't that she didn't want to call him husband, but that she couldn't.

"But I want to hear you call me darling.” Xavier pecked her lips hard, and Arya blinked, "If I call, will you let me sleep?”

All of a sudden, Xavier looked up at her and agreed seriously.

Arya paused for a while and tried to make a sound, "Xavier, I'm tired.”

In the end, she still didn't say that word.

Xavier was a little disappointed. He buried his head in her chest and said in a muffled voice, "Okay, I'll spare you this time."

Arya hugged him and pressed her face against his hair, not understanding why he was so persistent to that word.

After thinking for a long time, she still didn't understand, and then she fell asleep gradually.

The early morning sun shone through the faint clouds and slanted through the treetops, seeping through the windows, making the originally dark room a little brighter.

The person in his arms moved. Xavier opened his eyes and looked down. He saw the woman in his arms like a kitten, nestled in his arms and sleeping peacefully. At this moment, she looked especially like Ramona with her eyes closed, especially her long and curled eyelashes.

He kissed her eyes.

It seemed to be itchy, and it seemed that she had been disturbed, so she frowned and moaned unhappily. It was like a dream but like reality, and someone was looking at her.

She slowly opened her eyes and met a pair of deep and gentle eyes that were staring at her...