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Cecilia looked at the two troublemakers and laughed. "Elliot, if you miss Amy and Dahlia, just call them. I already gave you Aunt Madeline's and Aunt Meredith's numbers."

Elliot fiddled with his fingers.

"Isn't it too early to call my future mother-in-law? Besides, I haven't prepared anything."

Cecilia fell silent.

Jonathan said, "Don't tell me you like both girls."

Elliot looked over. "Of course. They're both adorable."

Only a child could say that; an adult would have been roasted.

Cecilia explained, "Elliot, when you like someone, you have to be devoted. Your heart can't be split in two."

Elliot nodded hard and added, "Mommy, you and Brother misunderstood me. I like both little sisters, but I want to marry only one."

"Oh? Which one?" Cecilia asked with curiosity.

Elliot chuckled and blinked. "Mommy, that's a secret."

Cecilia felt amused and helpless; she hadn't expected her young son to plan marriage so far ahead.

Even so, she genuinely wondered what her future daughter-in-law would be like.

"All right, Mommy won't ask."

She chose not to press him, knowing he would talk when ready.

Jonathan suddenly sank into silence.

Cecilia noticed and found it odd. "Jon, what's wrong?"

Elliot looked up. "Bro, don't tell me you like them both too?"

Jonathan arched an eyebrow, the spitting image of Nathaniel in miniature.

"Why can't I like them?"

"Of course. We'll keep it fair." Elliot inched closer to Jonathan. "So, Jonathan, which one do you plan to marry?"

"Secret," Jonathan replied, the word coming out cool and clipped.

Elliot turned on the puppy-eyes routine. "Boo-hoo, Jonathan, tell me! Who is it?"

Jonathan lowered his head and kept eating in silence.

"If you won't answer, how am I supposed to know whether we like the same girl?"

"You're not saying either. Relax, I'll compete with you fair and square."

Elliot: "..."

A flicker of panic crossed his face.

Grades like his could never beat Jonathan's.

Watching the two of them, Cecilia felt a stab of unease.

They were still kids, yet what if the talk somehow became real?

The image of Nathaniel and Nicholas flashed across her mind; she cut the boys off at once.

"Elliot, Jon, even if you fall for the same girl one day, no fighting, no arguing— understand?"

Elliot puffed out his chest. "Mommy,

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Nathaniel walked by and rapped him smartly on the head.

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added, "By that logic, can I switch out your mommy whenever feel ike it?

Elliot winced, rubbing his head, eyes watering at Nathaniel.

"Of course not."

"Exactly. Both brothers and wives matter, but the wife matters more. She's the one who stays till death, the mother of your children. You don't just replace her," Nathaniel lectured.