The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 899

Jamison hadn't come alone; Boyd and Naylor were tagging along.

Boyd had visited the babies frequently, so he wasn't particularly surprised by their growth.

But Naylor had only seen them once, the day after they were born. This was only his second time laying eyes on them.

Newborns change every single day. A whole week had passed, and the difference was staggering.

"Damn! They grew that fast? They're looking more like you every day!"

"Obviously. They're my blood, of course they look like me!" Jamison picked one up from the stroller, bragging proudly to his friend. "What do you think? Envious? They're just as smart as I was at their age. They already understand what we're saying."

Naylor had always been firmly against marriage, but ever since he crashed Katrina's wedding, his perspective had shifted.

Still, he hadn't felt any particular urge to have kids.

Yet, seeing the chubby little bundle in Jamison's arms, he couldn't deny the fleeting flash of envy that struck him.

He would never admit it out loud, though.

"Can you even tell them apart? Which one is the older brother?" Naylor asked, looking back and forth between the two cribs.

He certainly couldn't spot the difference.

They were equally chubby, with features that looked like they had been stamped from the exact same mold.

Jamison smirked confidently. "Of course! They're my own sons. Why wouldn't I be able to tell them apart?"

"How?" Naylor asked, genuinely curious.

Jamison gestured with his chin. "Look at the top of their heads. They're marked."

"Marked?" Naylor was startled. He leaned in closer, his eyes wide, and immediately burst into laughter.

"You call that telling them apart? If you could actually tell them apart, you wouldn't need to label them like inventory!"

Thanks to Ivy's excellent prenatal care, the twins had been born with full heads of hair.

To easily distinguish the older brother from the younger, Jamison had waited until they were asleep and carefully used baby clippers to carve little "labels" into their hair.

One had a "1" and the other a "2".

He had originally wanted to shave "Big" and "Small," but his barber skills weren't quite up to the task.

It was just too complicated of a design for a beginner.

Ivy had aggressively protested the idea when he first mentioned it.

And when she saw the finished result, she was so furious she refused to speak to him for an entire day.

It was then that Ivy fully understood why her mother-in-law had yelled at them the other day. Combining their ages, they were well over a hundred, but they truly acted like toddlers. She wholeheartedly agreed—this man was getting more childish by the minute.

When they had first met, he had been known for being cold, reserved, mature, and remarkably steady.

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