After changing to a presidential suite, Alvin, Stark, and the unlucky Loki sat on the living-room sofa, desperately trying to remember what had happened yesterday.
Little Ginny held a red Demon Dragon on nurse duty, pinning down the unlucky big cat, while Mindy used a small pair of pliers to treat its teeth.
Nick furtively dragged Little Harry along, and the two of them sat on the balcony Floorboards, playing a game online.
A blonde girl stuffed two baby bottles into the hands of a baby and Little Morgan, then placed Morgan, whose Diaper was about to burst, on the dining table. She skillfully cleaned her bottom and changed her into a fresh Diaper.
Alvin watched the girl's practiced movements and nodded in approval. Looking at Loki, who was clutching his head and staring miserably at the document before him, he said with a smile, "Don't be like that. This girl looks pretty good. You wouldn't be losing out by marrying her."
Loki seemed not to hear what Alvin was saying. He stared in despair at the crude marriage certificate before him and muttered, "How did I get married? How did I get married?"
Stark looked at the ruined Loki sympathetically, shook his head, then pushed a cup of Coffee spiked with Whiskey in front of the young man. "Have something to drink and clear your head a little.
Marriage isn't a big deal. If it really comes to it, you can always get a divorce."
As he spoke, Stark watched the young mother place the freshly cleaned Morgan on the floor and skillfully tidy up the dining table. He praised her, saying, "If Pepper had even half this girl's housekeeping skills, I definitely wouldn't have gone out to hold a bachelor party."
Little Morgan was a bold and loyal