Mr Bodyguard, Protect Your Heart!
Chapter 126: GAVI’S WATCHFUL HEART

Chapter 126: GAVI’S WATCHFUL HEART

"My sweet boy, I know you will. I know my little brave boy will always love me and stay by my side, even if the whole world stands against me."

Gavi, clearly satisfied, beamed with joy. "Oh, Momma~" He let out a dramatic sigh before throwing his arms around his mother once again.

Dante, watching the interaction, blinked in mild confusion.

’Did Gavi just glare and huff at me? Or was I imagining things?’ he wondered.

And what was with that sudden melodramatic speech? Though, knowing Gavi, Dante was certain the boy had meant every word of it.

Yet, as he observed the heartwarming exchange between mother and son, he let out a quiet chuckle, pushing the thought to the back of his mind. It didn’t matter. What mattered was being here—witnessing this beautiful moment between his woman and her son.

Dove, shaking her head with a soft laugh, held her son close.

And in that moment—nothing else mattered.

"Alright then, let’s eat together. Your Uncle Dante and I were waiting for you to come home so we could have lunch together," Dove said with a warm smile. "Today, Butler Joe sent us homemade food, and he mentioned that everything is your favorite."

At the mention of food, Gavi’s eyes sparkled with excitement. His head whipped toward his mother as he let out an excited squeal.

"Aww, really? Did he? Then let’s go~"

Spinning in place with glee, Gavi made a quick twirl before dashing toward the attached lounge.

Dove giggled as she watched the little figure disappear in the direction of the dining area. Then, shaking her head in amusement, she called out, "Okay, baby! But make sure to change out of your uniform, freshen up, and wash your hands properly before eating."

"Alright, Momma! I remember! I’m a big boy now!" Gavi’s voice rang from down the hall.

Dove and Dante shared a smile before moving to set the table.

Dante, who had volunteered to help, placed the dishes on the table while Dove arranged the utensils. Meanwhile, in the bathroom, little Gavi stood at the sink, washing his hands with great focus.

His gaze drifted toward the mirror, where his own reflection stared back at him, deep in thought.

Earlier... he had seen Uncle Dante holding his momma’s beautiful hands.

Gavi knew for a fact that his momma’s hands were soft and nice to touch—he often held them himself—but that didn’t mean just anyone could go around holding them!

Momma had taught him that a gentleman should never touch a lady’s hands without permission. It was bad manners!

But... Gavi frowned.

Momma hadn’t looked angry when Uncle Dante held her hand. So... did that mean he had asked for permission?

Gavi blinked.

But then... wait! He had seen something similar on television before!

His eyes widened as his mind raced.

Men and women on TV held hands... and then they fell in love!

His mouth parted slightly in shock.

Did that mean...?

Gavi gasped.

But wait—he had also seen a drama where the man left the woman all alone! The woman had been so heartbroken!

Uncle Dante had held Momma’s hands today. And yesterday, he had hugged her too!

What if—what if he too broke Momma’s heart later?

And another thought crossed Gavi’s mind.

He suddenly remembered the man who was supposed to be his father?

Gavi blinked, his small brows furrowing.

Momma had told him that his father had promised to come for him one day. But until now, he had never shown up.

Gavi was still waiting for him. But honestly, he was already prepared to fight the man for being so late. Not to mention, he didn’t have a very good impression of him to begin with.

After all, he hadn’t married his momma! And his Momma still gets bullied by some evil people!

Hmph!

But at the same time... his momma was free to choose whoever she liked.

In his little mind, Gavi imagined his momma as a mighty queen from ancient times—powerful and respected, with countless men kneeling at her feet, waiting for her to choose one.

And whoever she picked would be the lucky one.

But... his momma was also a very kind soul.

What if, like in the dramas, some man came along and broke her heart?

That was why he had given that long, dramatic speech earlier.

And he had meant every word of it.

Gavi hummed to himself, nodding as if confirming his own thoughts.

Uncle Dante... he really liked Uncle Dante.

But was he his intentions with his momma?

Hmm.

Gavi scratched his chin, humming.

He would need to keep a close eye on him.

At that moment, little Gavi’s demeanor changed. His expression became stern, his eyes sharp with determination.

In his mind, a pair of imaginary glasses and a mustache appeared on his face, making him feel like an old, wise detective.

This was a very big, important mission.

Well, at least, to him, it was.

"Gavi! Baby, are you done?"

His mother’s voice snapped him out of his serious thoughts. The imaginary mustache and glasses vanished, and Gavi immediately cooed in response, "Yes, Momma~ I’m coming!"

Rushing out of the bathroom, Gavi made his way to the dining area, where the table was already set with delicious food.

As he approached, his eyes flickered to his mother and Uncle Dante, who were seated side by side.

His chair was right beside Momma’s.

Gavi blinked.

Then, his gaze shifted to Uncle Dante, who was busy typing away on his phone.

A small pout formed on Gavi’s lips. He wobbled his ducky pout left and right, as if deep in contemplation.

Then, suddenly, he gasped dramatically and smacked his fist into his other palm.

"Kyahh!"

His sudden outburst successfully grabbed their attention.

Dove looked up, blinking in surprise. "What’s the matter, baby?"

Gavi shook his head with a sweet smile. Then, pointing toward his assigned chair, he declared, "Momma, I don’t want to sit there."

"Huh?" Dove tilted her head. "But why, Gavi? You don’t want to sit next to me?"

Standing up from her chair, she looked at him in concern.

Gavi quickly shook his head. "No, Momma! It’s not like that!"

Without another word, he rushed forward and grabbed his chair, dragging it with all his strength.

Dove watched in confusion. "What are you doing, Gavi?"

Gavi didn’t answer until he successfully positioned his chair between hers and Dante’s.

With a triumphant nod, he climbed onto the seat and got himself comfortable.

Then, patting the chair beside him, he beamed.

"Come, Momma! Sit here."