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"Oh no Mommy, I wouldn't dare to do that again," as Joe shook his head looking at his Mommy with large doe-like eyes, he adopted a compliant appearance, garnering him a more significant possibility of his Mommy forgiving him.

"It doesn't matter whether it is Daddy, Mommy, or your uncles and aunts! You must be polite, do you understand me?

Mommy has said this before, do you remember that?" asked Cherry.

"I do remember Mommy. You said we must always respect our elders. When we are out in public, children must follow, listen to and obey their parents. One cannot speak to strangers, not even to say hello since we do not know if they are bad people," Joe recited what his Mommy had taught him.

"Okay, sit back down and eat, then Bill will take you to school," Cherry said sternly.

"Okay Mommy," Joe said dashing to his seat and sitting down to finish his breakfast.

She turned toward Jackson, it was time for his lesson.

Glaring at Jackson, Cherry snarled, "And you! Jackson! Why are you arguing with a child? He is not only my son; he is your son too! Was it really so important for you to be the winner?"

"Well, yeah. He's not only my son, but also a man. So I have to consider him as a rival in love," Jackson openly stated as he picked up another bite of food and popped it in his mouth.

"Could you stop behaving in such an arrogant way? He is just a child, for heaven's sake. Can't you give, even a little?" Cherry asked.

Jackson kept silent. He knew Cherry held Joe as her heart's greatest treasure. No matter what Jackson did, Cherry would prefer her son over him. At one time that bothered him, but now, he was fine with it since her son was his son too. Joe was their son.

Seeing his Daddy speechless, Joe smiled cheerfully, feeling like he had won, "Daddy and Mommy I'm going to school now!"

"Okay, go on, be careful crossing the street and study hard at school," warned Cherry.

"I will Mommy, I love you, goodbye, and teach Daddy a good lesson!" Joe's last words as he ducked out the front door shocked Jackson.

"Why you..." Jackson sputtered. He wanted to finish, but just as he was starting to speak he caught the look in Cherry's eyes, and he didn't dare to finish his thought.

"Babe, come on! Don't be angry at me. It isn't good for your health or the baby's," Jackson pleaded, giving Cherry a soulful puppy dog look as he pulled her into his arms.

"If you didn't provoke me, I wouldn't be angry!" With an incredulous look on her face, Cherry looked at Jackson wondering how did this man always manage to give her a headache?

"Well, if I promise to never make you angry in the future, would everything be okay?" Jackson said respectfully and solemnly. As long as she was all right, as long as she was happy, he was content.

Cherry said thoughtfully, "Husband, we are a family, I can't leave either you and our son. So please, don't make such naive promises. Our son is young and doesn't understand very much. You, however, are not. So, I would appreciate it, if you did not argue with him. I am carrying a little one now. Your thoughts should be in taking care of me, not in arguing over such tiresome things that the two of you bicker over, okay?"

"Okay, Okay babe, you are right. Don't worry alright. Also, I will stay home with you whenever I have time. I promise I will take good care of you, and get things ready for our child to be born," Jackson told Cherry. He planned on spoiling this woman of his more and more as time went on.

"Well? Okay then," agreed Cherry, "Hurry and finish eating now. After dinner you can walk with me, I want to admire the scenery," proposed Cherry.

"Okay, come here, and let me feed you some soup," Jackson diligently offered.

"No, thank you, I can feed myself," Cherry rolled her eyes as she refused him. She wasn't really used to this doting tender version Jackson who treated her so tenderly.

"No, I insist, let me feed you," said Jackson brutishly.

"Ugh! Jackson, can you not be so overbearing?"

"No, I insist! I must serve my woman." Rolling her eyes and huffing, Cherry exclaimed, "There's no dealing with you."
Just inside the doorway at the Civil Affairs Bureau, Amy tucked her arm in the crook of Derek's before they stepped out of the building. Each of them held a certificate of marriage.

"Girl, this time you won't escape, you're mine now, forever!" Derek was grinning ear to ear as he playfully threatened his new bride, but he kept his voice low, so only she would hear him. Seeing a radiant smile light up her face in reply to his teasing, made Derek's heart swell and filled him with a satisfied calm.

"Oh wow! I am yours for a very long time then, aren't I." Amy shyly responded while blushing at the promise she made of her life to him.

"Right, it seems my words came late," Derek said smiling wickedly.

"Derek, you won't hurt me in the future, right?" there was a fleeting flash of worry in her eyes as Amy asked.

"I promise! I will make 10, 000 promises, and I absolutely won't hurt you. You are the mistress of our family now and the rest of our lives," Derek solemnly swore his pledge. Amy was the center of his universe, and from that day forward, he would listen to her.

"That's right," Amy giggled happily agreeing with him. She nuzzled into his shoulder while thinking, that her life began in Derek's arms.

"Shall I share our good news with others?" Derek felt like he would burst if he kept their joy to himself and suddenly thought about telling Jackson and Cherry, and he wanted to share his news with his gifted sister and brother-in-law as well.

"Mmhmm... Are you going to tell Cherry and the others?" Amy asked him.

"Yes! Cherry, Jackson, oh and Selina! My sister will be so happy when she finds out!" Derek's smile was wide, as he listed off people to share their happy tidings with.

"How about you give them a call now? We can gather them at the JS Group and tell them what them all together!" suggested Amy.

"That's a great idea! I'll start making calls now, " Derek said as he took his phone out and began, calling Selina first.

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