Tracy ate the breakfast made by the man; it was delicious and tasty, and she ate quite a bit.
Lorraine Hanson noticed her appetite was good, and his mood improved: "You seem to be vomiting less lately, and the shyness symptom has disappeared. Lye says your condition is stable. How do you feel?"
"Hmm, not so nauseous anymore." Tracy touched her abdomen, her eyes overflowing with a maternal glow, "Maybe this little one has become sensible and knows to feel for mom..."
"If he (or she) were truly sensible, he wouldn't be so restless." Lorraine stood up and walked behind her, bent over, reached out and touched her slightly protruding belly, and softly said, "Isn't that right, little one?"
Tracy covered her mouth with a laugh, glanced at the man's gentle gaze, her heart fluttered, she wrapped her arms around his neck, ready to kiss his cheek, when her peripheral vision unintentionally caught a slender figure standing at the restaurant door.
