Hope's Little Blessings Daycare นิยาย & เรื่องราว

What other way to give them something new to talk about anyways. * The meeting was a success as always and I was now driving to pick Happiness up. It was a well secured daycare for most rich business tycoons in this part of Ontario. My baby sprouted to her feet, her blue eyes glistening as she made her way to me in her white shirt and pink tutu. I picked her up and spread kisses all over her that sent her giggling. "She is such an active kid, she barely let anyone else rest today during nap time." Alicia was usually in charge of the children and she informed me after she had handed all the lunch bags to me.

The living room buzzed with soft laughter and warm smiles. The celebration was modest but filled with love. A small gathering of close family and friends filled Kim’s house with a joy that hadn’t visited in a long time. Baby Minho, just a few days old, slept peacefully in a crib set near the couch, unaware of the many eyes that adored him. Charlotte sat beside the crib, humming a soft tune while rocking Hope on her lap. Harry helped Utter bring in some fresh fruit juice from the kitchen, and Jane — now visibly exhausted but content — leaned into the couch, eyes fixed on her child with a mix of awe and relief.

He begged for more, and each time he went flying in the air he shrieked before giggling again. Working in the daycare is rewarding in more ways than one. Noah gets to spend time with the pups, and it keeps his mind from what he's lost. There's never a moment to stop and think. The kids are active, and all of them want his attention. Most days, the time flies by so quickly that he doesn't realize it's time for them to go home until their parents begin showing up.

She stirred at my touch, her tiny head turning toward my voice. "Hello, sweetheart," I whispered. "I’m your mama." Her eyes fluttered open for just a moment—blue, like Adrian’s—looking directly at me with the serious expression of someone who had fought hard to be here. "I love you," I told her. "Your daddy and I love you so much. And we’re going to take care of you forever." Hope’s tiny hand moved, grasping for something to hold. I offered her my pinky finger, and she wrapped her entire hand around it. Such a small gesture, but it felt like she was anchoring our whole family to this moment. To this new beginning.

I watched them bond over the weekend dinners that Aaron was let home. And now, she probably wondered why he wasn't here anymore, she probably hurt without her even knowing. God I needed to stop thinking, I shook my head and brought the car to a halt at the Blue Lily daycare. ***** The daycare smelled of apples and Crayon wax, bright and warm, a bubble of color and noise. Kids raced past me with paint-smeared hands and tangled hair, laughter echoing like wind chimes. “Good morning, Gil!” Sophia—the daycare attendant, beamed at us, her sunflower apron already splattered with green and red paint.

"I'm just reporting." The birthday party was smaller than Hope's had been, calibrated to what a two-year-old could actually absorb rather than what the adults might have enjoyed organizing, a handful of children from the neighborhood Hope had vetted on Eli's behalf, Eloise, Priya and Madeline again, and Cole and Nadia who had relocated their six-month rotation to begin immediately after the wedding and were currently, gloriously, in the local portion of their arrangement.

But no matter how large her stage became, she never stopped coming home to the little things Hope’s school plays, Ethan’s science projects, Damon’s hand reaching for hers at the end of the day. One evening, as they sat on the balcony sipping tea, Damon said something that stayed with her. “Success is beautiful,” he said, “but coming home to you? That’s the real win.” Hope’s 13th birthday arrived with more excitement than a presidential campaign. Cassie rented out a cozy bookstore downtown Hope’s favorite place in the world and transformed it into a whimsical dreamland. There were fairy lights strung from shelves, towers of cupcakes, a poetry corner, and a journal-writing station.

I could feel a twinge of happiness in me as Raymond watched my every move while dressing Hope for school. In the process of getting Hope ready for school, we heard a knock on the door. “You can come in,” I said politely to the person at the door. “Good morning, ma'am. I'm here to get Hope down for breakfast.” “Okay, almost done. There you go. Perfect, now you are ready for school, my love,” I said to Hope as I tucked in his little shirt for school. "Bye, mummy, bye, Daddy,” Hope said, rushing out of the room.

We sang to her. She smiled. She said Dada. Luca held her close. Grace woke. I got her. I nursed her. Claire came over. She brought presents. A doll. A book. A blanket. Hope hugged the doll. She said baby. Claire laughed. The real Grace came over. She brought a stuffed bear. Hope hugged the bear. She said bear. Grace smiled. We ate cupcakes. Hope made a mess. Luca cleaned her up. Eli took pictures.

Hope greeted with a smile. Gary crouched down and patted her head. "Hey, kiddo," he said. "Is it okay that I'm picking you up?" The little girl nodded. "Yes, mama called and told me." Ms. Pepper cleared her throat, causing Gary to look up and eventually stand. They shook each other's hands as Ms. Pepper said, "I'll leave Hope in your care Mr. Santiago." "Thank you," He nodded. Ms. Pepper took her leave. Gary offered to carry Hope but she playfully refused. Instead, he carried her small backpack over his shoulder as her tiny hand held his.