"Yeah, the little sister in Janet's belly will be Callum's future wife," Angela said, gently guiding her son with a knowing smile. Janet smiled softly, remembering the agreement between Shaun and Charles—that if they had a girl someday, she would marry Callum. It seemed everyone had already accepted this fate.
"Really? Can I sleep holding my little sister like Daddy holds Mommy?" Little Callum's innocent worldview was shaped by Shaun's possessiveness toward Angela. Shaun didn't even allow Brian to get close to Mommy, so Callum dreamed that when he had a wife, he could snuggle with his sister just like his parents.
"Hey, who taught you that?" Angela and Janet both blushed a little at Callum's boldness—it was so like Shaun's mischievous ways, passed down even to his son.
"But Daddy and Mommy do it all the time! Daddy calls you his wife, right?" Callum blinked his big, innocent eyes, completely unaware there was anything unusual about "sleeping like that."
