Stuck In Stepson's Hot Bed
Because my father saw me, I approached him.
"You visited for, how long?" He asked.
"Maybe forever," I said, and he grinned faintly.
"I want to know my stepmother, can it be as good as my mother."
"You don't need mom, but you need it—" His talk suddenly stopped when he looked at the stairs; a beautiful woman, brown-haired, bumpy, and very elegant, walking towards us with a wide smile. Was she my stepmother?
"You want to know my wife, this is Beatrice, you can call her Mom"
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