The Male Leads Are Trapped in My House

I laughed as I took Louis from Ethan’s arms.

"Yeah. So, think of this as my mansion and make sure to decorate it well. After all, you two will live here eventually."

"Yay! Sister, you're the best!"

Amy immediately raised both hands in excitement, unable to hide her joy, while Jose scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

Louis, who had been watching the two’s reactions while nestled in my arms, asked.

"Sis, is big brother getting married? Why are they living alone?"

Louis’s innocent question caused both Jose and Amy’s faces to turn bright red. After briefly surveying the front garden, Ethan, who had just entered, heard the question and burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.

"Don’t laugh, police uncle!"

"Hahaha!"

At Amy’s outburst, Ethan’s laughter grew louder. It was really unbearable.

"Ugh, Papa’s embarrassed."

Louis shook his head in a tone that sounded far too mature for his age. Then, Ethan, looking embarrassed, covered his face with his tiny hands.

It was strange. A three-year-old with Ethan’s mini version of a face acting so mature. Ethan and I weren’t like this, so how did we end up with such a child?

Suddenly, I remembered the pregnancy dream I had shared with Ethan. The little girl who had told me, “This is a reward,” must have been the spring water.

Could it be the reward from the spring water? Was that why such a precious, cute, smart, and perfect child was born?

Louis wasn’t perfect just because he was my child. He was genuinely perfect.

"It was noisy, so I came out, and, as expected. Come on in."