“We haven’t been able to hold the baby much either. When our parents were around, we could only squeeze in a spot to look at the baby.”

While Dylan was being wary of Callum and Kevin, Peter quickly snatched their nephew from Dylan’s arms.

“Haha. I finally get to hold the baby. Hi, baby. I’m Uncle Peter. I’m carrying you right now.”

Dylan wanted to get the baby back. Peter walked around the sitting area to dodge his brothers, who were trying to snatch the baby away.

River followed him around, begging, “Please let me hold the baby, Peter. I never got the chance to carry him since he was born. I couldn’t even look at him properly.”

The York family had too many members.

If the elders were present, the younger ones stood no chance of looking at the newborn baby.

“Zachary and Serenity should’ve had twins or triplets. That way, all of us will have the chance to carry the babies.”

Zachary heard River’s words when he walked out with a baby bottle. He laughed and said, “Do you think we