Seize His Little Wife

“I’ve gone back to the hotel.” Christine White poured herself a glass of red wine and sipped it back.

Ives Norton pushed up his glasses, “That’s good, I was going to say if you’re still at the office, I’ll stop by and pick you up after I pick up Bo.”

“I’m sorry to have bothered you.” Christine White said with a smile.

Ives Norton leaned back in his chair, “Where did I bother, it was the right thing to do, well Christine, enough about you for now, I have a patient coming in.”

“Well, goodbye!” Christine White said goodbye.

Ives Norton responded in kind, “Bye!”

Hanging up the phone, Christine White put down her glass of wine, propped herself up on the couch, and hopped back to her room on one leg.

By the time she came out in a different outfit, the doorbell to her suite rang.

Christine White jumped over to open the door again, and there stood a bellhop in a hotel uniform.

“Hello Ms. Camp, I was arranged by Mr. Lane to come and take care of you.” The waiter offered a greeting.

Christine White sidestepped, “Come in.”

The maitre d’ nodded and stepped into the room before handing her what he had brought, “Miss Camp, this is what Mr. Lane had specially asked our hotel to prepare for you.”

“Hmm?” Christine White twisted her head curiously, only to realize that the waiter was actually holding a pair of crutches.

I can’t believe she didn’t see it just now.

“Mr. Lane asked you to prepare this?” Christine White asked.

The waiter responded, “Yes.”

Christine White took the crutches with a complicated look and clipped them under her armpits, with the support of the crutches, her body with little center of gravity was instantly balanced and she was not afraid of falling if she jumped on one leg.

“He’s quite attentive.” Christine White said softly.

The waiter heard it and couldn’t help but pick up the conversation, “Yes, Mr. Lane is very careful, this pair of crutches, is Mr. Lane specially instructed, let our hotel choose the soft support, so that clamped in the armpit, the creaky nest won’t be painful, Ms. Camp, Mr. Lane is really good to you.”

“Well.” Christine White smiled and spat out two words faintly.

The waiter didn’t know what the hell she meant by this and didn’t ask questions, following her and waiting for her orders.

Christine White didn’t want anyone around her all the time, so she sent the waitress off to the kitchen to cook dinner, and she landed herself in the parlor.

When the waiter was done with the meal, she let the waiter leave.

With her crutches, walking and all, it doesn’t bother her anymore and she doesn’t need anyone to take care of her.

Four o’clock in the afternoon.

Ives Norton picked up Bo as promised.

Bao’s little face chills a little at the sight of Christine White propped up on her crutches, and then she heads for her room with her head down, leaving Christine White and Ives Norton standing in the doorway staring at each other in disbelief.

“What’s going on with little baby?” Christine White looked at little baby’s tiny back and wondered a little.

Ives Norton rubbed his chin and guessed, “Po seems angry.”

“Angry?” Christine White flinched.

Ives Norton nodded, “It seems like it, but I’m not sure if it is or not, after all, autistic children have very few emotions, some don’t even have any, so I can’t say if Bo is angry or not.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Christine White welcomed Ives Norton in.

The two walked toward the living room while talking.

“Hasn’t Bao’s autism been improving lately, he still doesn’t cry or laugh or talk or have any facial expressions, but the day before yesterday I was able to guess that he was shy by his body language.”

“Shy?” Ives Norton was surprised.

Christine White hmmm’d, “Yes, that was the time he called my mom by way of a note, so just now when you said that Bo might be angry, I thought back carefully to Bo’s appearance and realized that he was walking at a much faster pace than usual, so maybe he really was angry.”

I just don’t know what he’s angry about.

“I’m a little uneasy, so sit down for a while and I’ll check the room.”

With that said, Christine White put down Bo’s little book bag and headed towards Bo’s room.

“Bo, mommy’s coming in?” Christine White knocked on the door to Bo’s room, then wrenched it open and entered.

The room was dark and Christine White turned on the light.

The light illuminated the room, and Christine White’s heart clenched at the sight of Bo’s tiny figure huddled behind the curtains.

How long has it been since Bo has been curled up behind the curtains like he is now, a year now.

But now Bo is doing it again, which means what? It means that Bo’s autism is suddenly back to where it was a year ago.

“Bo!” Christine White dialed up the volume and walked over, lifting the curtains.

Bo’s tiny body was completely exposed.

He sat on the ground, both arms wrapped around his knees, his little head buried deep in his knees, and his whole body looked like it had lost its soul.

Such a little treasure that Christine White’s outstretched hand trembled a little.

“Bao …” Christine White called out softly to Bao, placing a hand on his shoulder before wrapping her arms around his tiny body with a firm grip.

“Bo, tell mommy what’s wrong with you?” Christine White asked in a trembling voice.

Po didn’t respond, as if he couldn’t hear.

Christine White tightened her arms and hugged little baby tighter, “little baby don’t be afraid, mommy is here, tell mommy, is little baby unhappy about something?”

Po remained unresponsive.

Christine White was in a hurry, her voice choked up, “little baby, don’t scare mommy, mommy is worried about you …”

A year ago, Bo’s autism was at its worst.

It was almost a soulless shell.

Then the doctor suggested that she, as a mother, should drop all her work and dedicate herself to be with her little baby, so that perhaps her baby’s condition could be improved.

As it turned out, the doctor was right, she had put all her work down and it had taken her six months to get some sparkle in Bo’s eyes and become what she was today, so how could she allow Bo to change back to what she had been a year ago.

“Little treasure …” Christine White was really frightened now and cried out in a small sob.

Hearing her cry, little baby raised his head slightly, and there was a little spot of light hidden in his original pair of empty and soundless pupils.

Christine White saw it and quickly stopped crying, cupping little baby’s face with a trembling hand, “little baby, you … Are you okay?”

Bao’s little mouth twitched as he released his hold on his knee and touched it to her injured ankle, looking at her.

Christine White suddenly realized something and asked tentatively, “Is Bo worried about Mommy’s feet?”

Po blinked.

Christine White knew this was Po’s answer to herself and broke into a smile, “So Po was just, like, upset because she was worried about Mommy?”

Po blinked again.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Christine White was really excited now, and kissed her son’s soft little face fiercely.

Great, Bo is fine and hasn’t changed back to the way he was a year ago.

Bo was just a little depressed because he was worried about her and didn’t know how to express it.

“little baby is so good, little baby will worry about mom, but little baby don’t worry, mom is fine, just a sprained foot, it will be fine in a few days, if little baby doesn’t believe it, you can poke and prod to see if mom is in pain, if mom isn’t in pain, little baby will have to believe in mom’s words, how about it?” Christine White gently talked to her son.

Po seemed to be moved by her words and literally reached out to poke her where she had twisted it.

After a little poke, he went to look at Christine White’s expression, trying to see if she would be in pain.

But Christine White kept a smile on her face and didn’t look in the slightest bit of pain.

“Little treasure look, mommy doesn’t hurt oh, it means that mommy’s injury is not serious, it will be healed soon, little treasure don’t be sad okay?” Christine White scraped little baby’s nose.