Chapter 1152 - 1151: Let’s Have a Baby

Chapter 1152: Chapter 1151: Let’s Have a Baby

Maxwell Peary nodded, "If you don’t want to check, then we won’t. Good girl."

He gently wiped away her tears and tenderly kissed her forehead.

"Look at you, crying at the drop of a hat, and you want to be a mom."

Be a mom?

Nia Mitchell was taken aback and lifted her head, her big, red eyes looking straight at him.

Her lashes were damp, making others want to take good care of her.

"What do you mean by that, uncle?"

She sniffed, her voice hoarse, tinged with a sob.

"Nia Mitchell."

Maxwell Peary solemnly lifted her chin, his expression unspeakably serious.

"Let’s have a baby."

Nia Mitchell: ...!!!

A baby?

Maxwell Peary wants to have a baby?

Nia Mitchell’s eyes widened with joy, filled with delight, hardly believing what she heard.

But...

She really heard it.

She... she could become a mom soon, right?

Uncle, he...

"Uncle..."

Nia Mitchell called softly, immediately throwing herself into Maxwell Peary’s arms.

"Uncle, uncle, uncle, I’m so happy, we’re going to have a little baby soon."

She will be a mom too.

A smile spread across her slightly naive face, at this moment, she might not fully understand just how much a mother has to give.

"Uncle, I will definitely take good care of our little baby. I will give her everything I’ve ever wanted."

Having lost her mother at a young age, she grew up with her father.

Though she got a stepmother later, her stepmother wasn’t kind to her.

She knows exactly what she wants and she will give it all to her child.

"Okay, so from now on, you have to maintain a good attitude and not cry at every little thing."

He gently pulled her away from him, looking at her with affection.

"Alright, I won’t cry."

Nia Mitchell immediately wiped away her tears. Her eyes were still red, but her face was full of smiles.

Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary was speechless.

"Uncle, when will we have the baby?"

Maxwell Peary: ......

How should he answer this question?

"I’ll tell you tonight."

He leaned down, whispered softly into her soft white ear.

Boom!

Nia Mitchell felt the blood rushing all over her body, her face burning up, her temperature soaring.

Such an intimate remark, it would be strange if she didn’t blush intensely.

"Uncle!"

Nia Mitchell shyly extended her little fist, giving Maxwell Peary’s chest a playful, harmless punch.

"Good girl."

Maxwell Peary took her little fist into his hand, his eyes full of smiles.

"Tell me, shouldn’t you change how you address me?"

Maxwell Peary looked into her damp eyes and asked.

Nia Mitchell was puzzled for a moment, pouting her lips, looking innocent.

"No way."

She stubbornly replied, pursing her lips, her face full of smiles.

This lively version of Nia Mitchell, Maxwell Peary would never want to let go.

"But if the child calls me dad and you call me uncle, won’t that be confusing?"

Maxwell Peary, with reason and emotion, was determined to secure a little more for himself.

The little Rabina Mitchell with her limited brain capacity was caught off guard.

Right.

That would be confusing; she shouldn’t call him that.

"Then what should I call you? Maxwell? Max? Maxie? Maxy? Woody? Or like my grandmother, call you little Maxwell Peary?"