"Your mom is the only one I couldn't tame. You're just a little guy wearing a diaper. How hard can it be?"

The baby thought Wesley was teasing him, and Laughed heartily. All of a sudden, his hand didn't seem to be such fun anymore. He stopped chewing it and started flailing his limbs joyfully.

He slobbered as he giggled.

Seeing that, Wesley took out his phone.

"I have to get a pic of that; you drooling with that goofy smile. And I'll show it to everyone at your wedding."

Then he snapped a pic. When he had taken enough pictures, he opened the album on his phone to admire his work.

He had to say his son Looked good on camera, and he was so cute.

Wesley scrolled down, and soon stopped at a picture of a woman.

His eyes froze and grew even more affectionate. He showed the picture to the little guy and said, “This is your mom. Her name is Blair

Johnson... Blair..." After putting his phone away, he went on, “Learn to call ‘Mom’ diligently. Don't slack off. To give birth to you, your mom chose you over me."

The Little one was saying something in his own Language; Wesley had no idea what his son was going on about.

Everything was fine until the baby's forehead creased, and his face turned red.

A second later, a quirky odor filled the air.

Wesley sniffed and looked around, but was still unsure where it was coming from.

Then, he glanced at the little guy's face again. ‘Ah!' Wesley thought and his eyes landed on the diaper wrapped around his son's bottom.

The Little guy had been in an incubator for half a month after his birth.

Wesley had been busy moving the base of his organization from Zugrurg to Askor. While he was home, he usually just hugged his son for a while and then quickly got back to work. So, before today, it was Cecelia who had taken care of the baby's needs.

This was the first time he was facing this “situation.”

Even so, he had the basic knowledge to know that it was time to change the diaper. This was a tricky task for the new father. Wesley hesitated for a while, then called Cecelia on the phone.

“Mom, I need a diaper up here."

Cecelia came upstairs with a clean diaper, a pack of wet napkins and a box of tissues.

“Hello, my cutie-pie! Who just poo-pooed, huh?" she said to her grandson with a wide smile.

The baby started kicking and waving his arms because of the discomfort caused by the wet diaper.

Cecelia pushed Wesley aside and said, “Leave it to me."

He didn't move.