His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker. Chapter 897 Big boy

Bella waited.

Eli suddenly pointed toward Leo. "I can also be strong like Tall Uncle!"

Leo looked at him.

"Can you?"

Eli nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes!"

He immediately tried to flex his tiny arm, his small muscles straining with effort. The sight was so adorable that Bella couldn’t hold it anymore.

She burst into laughter.

Eli looked at her with a deeply offended expression.

"Beautiful is laughing!"

Bella quickly composed herself.

"No, no, I’m sorry. You’re very strong."

Eli narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Really?"

"Really."

He seemed to consider whether she was telling the truth. His small eyes studied her face for a long moment, searching for any sign of mockery.

Then he nodded.

"Okay."

He climbed back onto the bed and proudly settled beside her.

"I am not baby."

Bella gently kissed his forehead.

"Okay, my big boy."

Eli smiled proudly, his small chest puffing out with satisfaction.

"Yes."

Leo watched the exchange with an amused expression, his gray eyes warm.

Then he casually said,

"Good night, baby."

Eli’s eyes immediately widened.

"TALL UNCLE!"

Leo laughed, a low, genuine sound.

"I mean, big boy."

Eli crossed his arms.

"That’s better."

Bella buried her face against the pillow, laughing again while Leo shook his head.

Their little son had been in their lives for barely any time at all, yet somehow he had already managed to establish one very important household rule.

He was four years old.

And absolutely, definitely, unquestionably not a baby.

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After Eli came into Bella’s life, something inside her slowly changed. She no longer woke up with that same ache in her heart whenever she thought about having a child of her own.

The longing that had once followed her everywhere, gradually faded until one day she realized she wasn’t waiting anymore. She had Eli.

He filled her days in the most unexpected little ways. Her mornings became brighter because a tiny boy would climb onto her bed and announce that he was hungry, only to forget about breakfast five minutes later because he had discovered something far more interesting like a stray sunbeam on the floor or a toy he had completely forgotten about.

She would watch him chase the light with his small hands, giggling as it slipped through his fingers and she would find herself laughing along with him, forgetting all about her own worries.

Her afternoons were often spent helping him with his drawings, listening patiently to stories that made absolutely no sense or watching him run around the house while proudly explaining that he was "a very busy big boy."

He would show her his artwork with such seriousness that she felt like she was attending an exhibition of masterpieces.

Every scribble was a dragon, every crooked line was a mountain and every smudge of color was a beautiful sunset. She kept every single drawing, carefully placing them in a folder that grew thicker with each passing days.

Evenings became their favorite time, when Eli would curl beside her and tell her everything that had happened during the day, including things Bella had already witnessed herself.

He would recount his adventures with such enthusiasm that she never had the heart to tell him she had been there. She simply listened, nodded and expressed appropriate surprise at his tales of bravery and discovery. It became their ritual and she treasured every moment of it.

Sometimes she would simply sit on the floor with him while he played with his toys, watching his little imagination turn ordinary objects into castles, spaceships, restaurants, and entire imaginary kingdoms.

A cardboard box became a fortress. A wooden spoon became a sword. A pile of cushions became a mountain that needed to be conquered. She marveled at his creativity, at the way he could transform the mundane into the magical with nothing more than his imagination.

Bella never grew tired of it. She loved the way he called her ’Beautiful’ loved the way his little hand automatically searched for hers whenever he felt nervous and especially loved the way he had slowly stopped hiding behind Leo whenever someone unfamiliar entered the house. He was becoming more confident, more secure and she could see the change happening day by day. The shy little boy who had once clung to Leo’s trousers was slowly turning into a cheerful child who waved at strangers and proudly announced his name to anyone who asked.

Leo noticed the change in her too. He saw the way she smiled more easily, the way her laughter came more freely, the way she no longer looked at other mothers with that quiet, wistful longing. It made him happy because he knew he had made the right decision. He had been nervous about adopting Eli, uncertain whether Bella would be ready, unsure if it was what she truly wanted. But seeing her now, watching her blossom into the mother he had always known she could be, all his doubts disappeared.

And Nonna became just as attached to the little boy.

Despite becoming older and spending most of her time resting in peaceful solitude, she seemed to come alive whenever Eli visited her. He would climb carefully onto the sofa beside her and tell her some completely ridiculous story and she would listen with exaggerated seriousness, occasionally pretending to be shocked by his adventures. Sometimes he would bring his toys and arrange them around her, announcing that she was the queen and he was her royal guard. He would march back and forth in front of her, his small chest puffed out, declaring that no danger would ever reach her.

"You are too old to be running around protecting me," Nonna would tease, her eyes crinkling with affection.

Eli would immediately shake his head with determination.

"No! I am big boy!"

Nonna would laugh until her eyes watered, her frail shoulders shaking with joy.

"Of course you are."

And then Eli would proudly sit beside her, satisfied that his status as a had once again been recognized. He would lean against her, his small head resting on her arm and they would sit together in comfortable silence, watching the world outside the window.

But when the house became quiet, Nonna often returned to her solitude. She spent long hours by herself, sitting near the window or in the garden, watching everything.