"What are you afraid of?" Originally about to stand up, David Redington sat back down and held her hand.
His thin lips landed on Leslie Howard's forehead, coaxing his beloved wife even in front of Little Xavier without any shyness: "Baby, you're doing great, there's nothing to fear."
"But I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of the baby well, or maybe I won't become a qualified mother..."
She hated being so sentimental, feeling so useless.
But whenever she thought of the heavy responsibilities she would bear in the future, and perhaps one day turning into someone like Sheila Fletcher, she hated herself even more.
Perhaps because everything happened so suddenly, beyond her expectations, she had thought she'd get pregnant only after marriage, when she could be better prepared.
"Sister, is there a baby in your tummy? Are you going to be a mom?" Just then, Little Xavier's soft voice echoed.
