By the evening, Daxton Lancaster had almost sobered up. Ever since Evander Lancaster was born, Robert also came to stay with their parents.
It was just past eight o'clock, and the two little brothers were already sound asleep, one squeezed between their parents, and the other in the crib.
After sleeping all afternoon, Daxton wasn't particularly tired anymore. He leaned against the bedhead reading the newspaper, while Violet Zimmerman was on the other side knitting a sweater for her son.
"Daxton, V-neck vests are in fashion lately. Do you want me to knit one for you?" Violet asked as she knitted.
Daxton turned a page of the newspaper, "No need. You can buy them with money, why waste the time and energy?"
Violet glanced up at him, understanding that Daxton didn't want her to overwork, but his words still left an uncomfortable feeling in her heart.
Even though her knitting skills were ordinary, she had put her heart into it.
