Alexander eyeballed the bed, thinking he''d give Sprout a wash after he finished his drink.


    But man, Alexander was way overthinking it. Sprout barely touched the milk; he just messed around with it until it was all gone. With no one watching, he even flipped the bottle upside down, spilling milk everywhere. When he got bored, he chucked the bottle and crawled all over the bed, smearing milk all over himself.


    When Alexander reached out to grab Sprout, his hand felt like it was dipped in glue.


    Sprout wasn''t done ying and squirmed when Alexander picked him up.


    Alexander sighed and put him back down.


    As Alexander stood there, watching Sprout make a mess, another hour ticked by. The milk in the bottle had already gone cold, and Sprout picked it up to drink again. Alexander took it away, and Sprout started bawling.


    Staying pretty chill, Alexander went back to whip up more form. When he handed it to Sprout, the crying stopped.


    But Sprout didn''t drink it; he just yed with it. Alexander''s forehead veins were about to pop as he watched the milk drip from the bottle.


    After a few sips, the rest of the milk went cold again.


    Alexander figured Sprout might be full, so he took him to the bathroom for a bath. He found a basin, filled it with warm water, and plopped Sprout in.


    Sprouty in the basin, sshing water everywhere, soaking Alexander.


    Before this, Alexander thought talking to a baby with an undeveloped brain was pointless.


    But now, he grabbed Sprout''s hand and snapped, "You better chill out!"


    As soon as he said it, a big ssh of water hit him right in the face.


    Water droplets slid down his cheeks.


    Seeing Alexander''s wet face, Sprout grinned and kept pping the water. In no time, Alexander was drenched.


    Even in front of Zeke, Alexander could keep his cool, but now his face was dark with frustration. Holding Sprout with one hand, he scrubbed him with the other, not letting go no matter how much Sprout squirmed. When his protests didn''t work, Sprout started wailing. Anyone who didn''t know better might think Alexander was hurting him.


    Feeding and bathing Sprout felt like a full-on battle.


    Alexander''s shirt was soaked, and his hair was wet too.


    He pulled Sprout out of the water, wrapped him in a towel, and carried him to another clean room.


    As soon as he put Sprout down, Sprout peed on the bed.


    Alexander was livid; both rooms they could sleep in were now trashed.


    He leaned against the headboard, clutching his chest, and started coughing uncontrobly.


    Sprout, totally clueless about Alexander''s distress, rolled around naked in his own pee.


    Alexander felt a surge of blood in his chest. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and swallowed the blood back down.


    It took a long time for him to calm down.


    Sprout crawled over to Alexander, babbling. He then put his finger in his mouth, signaling he wanted milk.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Alexander stared at him for a long time.


    Sprout looked at him with wide eyes, babbling something.


    Alexander took a deep breath, got up helplessly, and went to get the bottle.