His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 757

When Hazel, holding Marlin, saw Niamh return with Jonathan, she felt a jolt of surprise. Although she didn’t know Jonathan, it was clear he and Niamh were familiar with each other. Despite Niamh's cool demeanor, an unspoken chemistry hung between them. It was the first time Hazel had seen such a picture-perfect couple in real life—they seemed made for each other. Standing there, they just looked right together. But as the nanny, she knew it wasn't her place to ask about their actual relationship.

“Dada… Dada, dada…”

The moment he saw Jonathan, Marlin, still in Hazel’s arms, stretched out his chubby little hands. Usually, when Niamh came home from work, Marlin would call for his mama and reach for her to hold him. But today was different. His first word was “dada,” and his pudgy hands were clearly reaching for Jonathan.

Hazel felt a wave of awkwardness, unsure if this man who had suddenly appeared at Niamh's side was actually Marlin's father. Her eyes met Niamh’s for a brief, searching moment.

“Hazel, you can give the baby to him. You’re free to go for the day.”

“Oh, okay…” Hazel carefully handed Marlin over to Jonathan.

“Marlin…” Jonathan cradled the baby, who giggled so hard his chubby cheeks squeezed his eyes shut. “Dadadada…” Marlin clearly adored Jonathan, babbling nonstop, though nothing was intelligible beyond “dada.”

Whether Marlin was just learning to talk or was genuinely calling him dad, Jonathan felt an indescribable warmth spread through his chest. Leaning close to Marlin’s ear, he whispered, “I wish you were my child… mine and Niamh’s.” But even if Marlin was Niamh and Flynn’s son, he was happy to hear the little one call him dad.

With Jonathan keeping Marlin entertained in the living room, Niamh tied on an apron and went to the kitchen to prepare the baby’s food. Every so often, she would peek out into the living room. Before, even with both her and Hazel around, Marlin would often get fussy. But with Jonathan there, the baby was all smiles. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Niamh would have never imagined Jonathan could be so patient with a one-year-old, cleverly finding new ways to play with toys Marlin had long grown tired of.

She couldn’t help but keep sneaking glances at them, and as a result, preparing the baby food took her twice as long as usual. By the time she was done, her stomach was growling.

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