Stark slept until noon...
Ginny rushed into the backyard with the squealing Morgan in her arms...
The girl, looking terrified, dashed over to her father, gasping for breath as she placed Morgan on Alvin's stomach. Then she cried out in panic, "Dad, let's go home!
Albus is cooking. Morgan's going to die! Let's take her home to play!"
Alvin helplessly watched Morgan paw around on his chest a few times before letting out an unhappy wail...
Stark, who had been sleeping beside them, instantly sat up like a big dog that had heard the dinner bell and instinctively groped around on the small table beside him.
The winter beer jolted Stark awake...
He shook his foggy head twice, then looked at Morgan bawling on Alvin's belly. He covered his eyes in despair and collapsed back into the lounge chair, shouting, "For God's sake...
Please, just stuff that stupid dog named 'Captain' into her arms...
And get my baby 500 cc of milk!"
Ginny reacted quickly. She turned and found Captain, who had been running after her the whole time, desperate to know when he could officially go home...
After sprinting a few steps, Ginny scooped the dog, who had practically thrown himself into her arms, up against her chest. Then she came charging back with a grunt and stuffed the powerful Hellhound into Morgan's arms...
She held Captain down to keep him from moving around, then comfortingly kissed Morgan on the forehead. "Wait here. Big Sis is going to find you a cow...
The kitchen smells terrifying. Albus definitely wants to kill us!"
Alvin looked disdainfully at Morgan, who was drooling everywhere. The girl hugged the utterly miserable-looking Captain while biting his ear, which seemed as if it had never been dry in its life...
Watching Morgan's lotus-root-like little arms