Chapter 1178

Cliff, who was currently unwanted by Peter, was bursting with excitement. He was sprawled on the bed in his onesies, eagerly wanting to roll over toward Grace. His roll, unfortunately, didn't go exactly as planned. Nevertheless, the mere sight of his beautiful mother filled him with such joy that he couldn't stop kicking and flailing around. Oliver climbed into bed on the opposite side, his gaze fixed on Cliff with a mixture of affection and exasperation on his face. He let out a sigh and muttered, "I wonder what kind of person he'll become when he grows up—all he does is cry, fuss, and chatter away like there's no tomorrow." "You should record this, honey. If he were to see this when he grows up, he can see for himself just how adorably fussy he was as a child." Having made a fuss at Peter's for quite some time, Cliff was actually quite sleepy. He was curled up between his parents, and he didn't even need any rocking or lullabies—before they knew it, he was out like a light. Grac