"Mommy, am I going to have a little brother?"
Logan patted her on the back with distress while asking suspiciously. He always felt that there had been some changes between his mommy and the bad guy Henry.
"Of course not, mommy is not pregnant with your little brother."
Her throat was hurting, but she still had to answer the little guy's question seriously. What was he even thinking about? She was just throwing up because of the alcohol.
"Oh."
The little fellow pouted, half happy and half disappointed. He was ready to have complicated feelings, but it turned out that this wasn't the time.
After washing away the strange smell in her mouth with water, she took the little fellow to the bed and said, "Good boy, it's time to take a nap."
"Mommy, I've been missing you for half a month."
