At this moment, in the hospital room.
Carl lay in bed, growing drowsy as he yawned from time to time.
The little one, with half-opened eyes, looked at mommy while touching his own little tie.
He asked, "When will they arrive?"
Lea remained silent, gazing into the child's eyes, which were filled with a complex mix of emotions.
She was worried that Carl might come over, and she didn't know if Jason and Ford would get into an argument.
The woman's eyelids drooped, her eyes filled with a faint trace of melancholy.
Just at this moment, a noise came from outside the door.
The voice was calm and unhurried, yet it quickly invigorated Carl.
The little one propped himself up, his eyes staring straight at the direction of the door. In his big, bright eyes, there was a lively sparkle.
Is Dad
