Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 515 A Wonderful Morning 2

"Mommy made toast and cake, and it's delicious," Mia waved at Micah, calling out innocently, "Come down quick." "Don't rush him. Mommy still has to make the pasta," Sadie said, setting a fruit salad on the table and smiling up at Micah. "Go change your "Mhm." Micah nodded with a smile; no morning had ever been as perfect as this one...

clothes."

"Awesome!" Awesome!" Andrew exclaimed, watching the scene unfold. While this sentiment might seem mundane to the average person, for Micah, it was the missing piece of life since childhood. Now that Micah had finally found it, no wonder his face showed a warmth and affection that had never been there before.

Micah came downstairs, changed into fresh clothes, and found Sadie had already set the pasta on the table—a lavish spread with seven different items and three kinds of drinks.

Noah was busy arranging the utensils, expertly planning the seating, "The three of us will sit in a row, Micah and Mommy across from us, and Coco at the end."

"Thanks, Noah!"

Mia managed to climb into her high chair with the aid of her caregiver and began to place a napkin on her lap.

Nathan's eyes sparkled with anticipation, drool nearly escaping his mouth, and he clapped his hands eagerly. "Wow! What a feast for breakfast today! It looks so delicious. I can't wait!"

Coco, perched at the end of the table, looked at the parrot feed before it and then at the sumptuous breakfast, discontentedly knocking the feed from the bowl and flapping its wings, crying out, "Want to eat, want to eat!" "Quiet down," Mia frowned, scolding cutely yet sternly, "You can't eat these things; you can only have parrot feed, got it?"

"Don't want, don't want!" Coco began to throw a tantrum, fluttering over to them.

"No way!" Mia quickly shielded her plate with her small chubby hands, calling out in a panic, "Noah, Nathan, Coco is trying to steal the breakfast!"

"Coco, get back to your spot," Nathan immediately furrowed his brow, brandishing a butter knife like it was a sword, "Or I'll put you back in your cage!" "Don't want, don't want!" Coco whined plaintively, stopping a short distance away. It eyed the bountiful breakfast with longing, reluctant to move. "Alright, I'll add some nuts for you later," Noah placated it calmly, "Now back to your seat."

"Coco, your nuts are here," said Sadie. She added some crushed nuts into Coco's bowl, smiling. "Come and have your breakfast!"

This coaxed Coco back to his spot begrudgingly, and its strut showing off a hint of arrogance seemed to say, "I have nuts, and I'm not sharing!" "That parrot has a temper..."

Micah had witnessed the entire episode from the spiral staircase, replaceing it amusing. Despite the noise, this lively household atmosphere was filled with warmth and charm. "Micah, her name is Coco!"

Noah, having arranged the utensils, tiptoed to climb onto his chair, displaying gentlemanly manners as he unfolded his napkin.

"Why that name?" Micah asked, looking at him endearingly.

"Because she's number four," Nathan explained with a tilt of his small head and a serious expression. "We have Noah, Nathan, and Mia. She's the fourth treasure, so we call her Coco to distinguish her from the rest of us!" "Oh, I see." Micah nodded.

"And I have some Barbie dolls named Arabella, Stella, Ella..." Mia counted on her fingers, her little mouth pouting as she spoke. "They're all our little treasures, so adorable. I'll introduce you to them someday!" "Great," Micah said, his smile lifting as he watched the three kids in front of him. He was still somewhat in disbelief that he had actually become a father.