"Let me." Once the base of his organization was relocated to Askor, he would have plenty of time with his son. There were so many things that he needed to learn. He decided to start now.

Cecelia was worried that he wouldn't be able to do it properly, but after a moment's hesitation, she handed the napkins, tissues and diaper to him.

“All right. You're the father. You need to know how to do all this."

Under her guidance, Wesley took off the little boy's pants, revealing his smooth, soft, chubby Legs. ‘Adorable, ' Wesley thought with a smile. He held those tiny legs in one hand and tore the diaper open with the other. Instantly, the odor hit his nose.

What he saw on the diaper made him wince. This was his first time changing a diaper, and it wasn't a pleasurable experience.

Seeing the frown on his face, Cecelia said sternly, "Your dad changed your diapers all the time when you were a baby. Now, it’s your turn to take care of your son. Get used to it, and stop dawdling. My grandson might catch a cold.”

Wesley let out a sigh. He followed his mother's instructions and put on a clean diaper for his son.

The baby was so small and soft; Wesley had to be extra careful and gentle. By the time he had put his son's pants back on, beads of sweat had gathered on his forehead.

He was never a thoughtful, patient man. This kind of chore felt more challenging than any of his life-threatening missions.

When everything was done, Wesley grabbed the straps of the baby's suspenders to Lift him up. Cecelia was shocked.

“He is your son, not a basket! Hold him in your arms, or don't touch him at all."

Wesley gathered his son up in his arms obediently.

“There you go."

She was much relieved. Assured that Wesley was holding the baby right, she collected the garbage and went downstairs.

The father and son duo were left alone in the bedroom now.

Looking at his son, who was chewing his hand again, Wesley said, “Let's go see your mom. It's been half a month. I bet she is even thinner now."

Wesley walked towards the door with the baby in his arms, but he had a bad feeling that the baby might fall to the floor any minute.

To keep his little boy from falling, he put him safely under his armpit. Now, he felt more confident and thumped down the stairs quickly.

Cecelia heard the noise. When she saw how he was carrying her grandson, she dashed over and scolded, "Wesley! You can't carry a baby like that!"

Wesley pulled the baby out from under his armpit and held him in his arms again.

Cecelia groaned, but didn't say anything.

"Mom, we're going to take a walk."

She knew where he was going.

"Okay, take good care of the baby."

“Hm hmm."