D&B5

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"Don’t you want to have your own children with Keith, Mr. Roman?" Brick asked, causing Roman and Keith to exchange quick glances.

"To be honest, that thought has never crossed our minds," Keith replied. Brick frowned as if he was deep in thought.

"Yeah, actually, Keith and I have considered adopting a child to continue my legacy. But if we’re talking about adopting, wouldn’t it be better to hand everything over to your child? At least I’m confident in you two that you’ll raise your child well," Roman responded. Brick let out a soft sigh.

"I’m really glad that you have affection for my son with Day. I’m happy that you want to be my child’s godfather, but as for giving anything over, I think you should think about it carefully. Who knows, one day you and Keith might want to have children like me and Day," Brick answered, as he and Roman exchanged looks again.

"Just take Brick’s advice. You still have plenty of time to decide. But about being a godfather, just take that at face value, okay?" Keith reiterated his stance on the godfather matter. Brick nodded in agreement, knowing he couldn’t refuse.

"Ahh!" Little Ob’s voice chimed in, and Brick immediately picked him up from Roman.

"Let’s go play in the water!" Brick said to his son before sitting down to play on the beach, with Day sitting beside him. Roman stood nearby watching before stepping away to take a call, while Keith returned to play with others.

"Are you thirsty?" Day asked Brick. Brick nodded in agreement. Little Ob was sitting on Brick’s lap, letting his feet touch the waves as they rolled in, causing Ob to giggle.

"I was thinking about getting a drink, but talking about godfathers with Mr. Roman totally made me forget about that," Brick said with a laugh.

"Are you stressed about what Mr. Roman said? If you are, I can decline on his behalf," Day asked seriously. Brick paused for a moment before smiling softly.

"I’m more surprised than anything. But I’m happy that so many people care about our child. If you ask if I’m stressed, it’s not to that extent—I just want my child to be a normal person like us. But if one day my child chooses his own path and decides to stand in the same place as Mr. Roman, I’ll support him as much as I can," Brick replied earnestly. Day smiled faintly and reached out to ruffle Brick’s hair gently.

"Let’s leave that for the future. For now, we just need to take care of him the best we can," Day said. Brick nodded in agreement before Day stood up to go to their vacation house to get some water for Brick.

"Are you not going to play anything else, Mr. Brick?" Pat’s voice rang out as he walked over, dripping wet, to Brick, who was sitting on the sand with little Ob. Pat then sat down nearby.

"I’m done playing," Brick replied politely while observing Pat's demeanor, trying to keep things casual in front of him.

"Did little Ob have fun in the sea?" Pat leaned down to greet Ob. The little one was still having fun kicking his feet in the waves.

"By the way, I have a funny story to tell you, Mr. Brick," Pat said with a smile.

"Sure," Brick replied.

"Did you see my friend over there? The one in blue shorts who’s jet skiing?" Pat pointed to show Brick his foreign friend. Brick nodded.

"My friend’s name is Miraj. He told me he’s interested in you, Mr. Brick—like, he wants to date you. He saw me talking to you and wants me to introduce you," Pat said, chuckling softly.

"But I already told him that you have a partner and a child. He was lamenting about how he met you too late," Pat explained. Brick paused for a moment before smiling gently.