Chapter 1038

Oliver walked over to the bed where his tiny bundle of joy lay. He asked softly, "Did your mom leave you with me again?" Cliff turned his head, looking around curiously, completely oblivious to everything. Then, Oliver carried Cliff to the bathroom with one arm and used the baby's special face towel to wipe his chubby cheeks gently. "Hold still. Let me see which parts of you look like me," Oliver said, studying their reflection in the mirror. The baby stared back at Oliver's reflection, father and son examining each other intently. After a long moment, Oliver declared, "Well, you're definitely chubbier than me." Cliff could only stare back in response. ... Meanwhile, in Peter's room, chaos reigned. Grace was tugging at his arm in protest. She grumbled, "Dad, you're not being fair—you have no sense of sportsmanship! We agreed the winner gets to choose 'Truth or Dare'!" "You all set me up to win! That doesn't count!" Peter snapped, his frustration evident. These troublemak