Chapter 117 - The Parenthood (1/2)

The beginning of our parenthood was both delectable and agonising. Little Issac was born on 15th January. He was growing up bit by bit.

As the time went by, his facial features became more prominent. He exactly resembles my beautiful wife.

We thought that our repellent days are gonna end now. Although it only got worse.

One of the most difficult thing was when Issac would wake up in the middle of the night. Stella's body is getting weak. She already lost the weight and went back to her normal self. Within the two months she became more thin than her original self.

My mom and mother-in-law stayed here during this time. Stella is very clumsy. She tends to do mistakes a lot. In the night time we had to stay awake thanks to our son. In the morning, Stella would get the sleep which she had to skip. Our moms would take care of Issac.

In the third week of may, Luke's daughter was born. Lucky bastard. He sure had his wish come true. Not that I'm sulking or anything for having a son.

But I won't deny the fact that in my heart I was wishing for a cute little daughter. Maybe god listened to half of my prayer which was why my son looks like Stella. I'm sure that he will grow up to be a handsome guy.

Having a child is like handling a wild beast. Issac is not a quite kid. As soon he learned to walk properly, it became more difficult to look after him. He tends to run around a lot.

Not only that, he literally picks up everything from the floor and puts it into his mouth.

Gosh! Babies can give you a hard time for sure.

The stormy days of child care continues. Issac became one year. He already learned to say ' mama ' but I gotta wait more for my turn.

Right now I'm teaching him how to pronounce ' dad '. I just retuned from the work. It feels exhausting after a long day. But my tired body can't stop me from playing with my son.

” Come on champ! Say ' da da '.” Laying on the bed with my son, I proceeded to my daily routine.

Yes, I have been trying it for a week since he first started to say ' mama '. Seriously how hard it can be ? Or maybe I'm not his favourite.

” a-gahhh ” He keeps his little round eyes glued to my face while babbling those words. A failed me stared at the innocence of a child, waiting for the day to hear him call me dad.

” Are you still trying ?” I move my head to see the source of the voice. It was Stella.

” I need to keep on trying. Since I don't get to spend much time with him, he is getting more attached to you. No wonder he still hasn't called me 'dad' by now.” Surprisingly, I was whining about my unfulfilled dėsɨrė.

” Aww! Are are sulking?”

” Isn't that obvious?”

” Come on sweetie. Show your dad what I taught you.” Stella picks up our child and fondles him on her ċhėst. She whispers something on his ear.

” Pa pa.” Little Issac babbled.

” Happy now?” Stella asked with a smirk.

” When did he learn?”

” He was having hard time with the 'dad' so I tried this one.”