Ada stopped. The little fellow still bumped into her lap.
She bent down to touch his head.
“don't run so fast next time.”
Samuel nodded obediently.
“OK.”“What do you want for lunch? Let's go.”
Ada checked the time and found it was already noon.“I'm not hungry.” Samuel grabbed Ada's hand and let her touch his tummy.
“Look. It's all bulging.”
“Are you pregnant?”
asked Allison jokingly, who was stood behind him, crossing her arms on her chest.Samuel looked back at her and retorted, “You should be the one who's pregnant. Oh, no. Although you want to be pregnant, you cannot, as no young men would like an aunt.”
Allison rushed over.
“Samuel Wood !”Samuel hid himself in Ada'sarms.
“Mommy, help me! Auntie Allison is out of control again!”
Ada held up her son helplessly. Whenever the
