Sophie and I got out of the bedroom and walked toward the kitchen. There, I saw Wilson, Nana, Yelena and Almira.
“Ishaa! Phie-Phie!” Gideon happily greeted me. He was eating a cob of corn while playing on the kitchen floor.
“Dion!” I smiled at him.
“Babies!” Gideon stood up and approached me. “Babies, Otay?” he asked, caressing my tummy as he chewed his food.
“Yes, my love….” I answered, rubbing his hair. Gideon was whining and throwing a fit last night. Tom and Sam’s phone ran out of battery, and they lost their connection during our video chat. The little boy was upset. He unintentionally threw his stuffed toy cat at me and saw it hit my tummy. I pretended I was hurt, so Gideon quickly said sorry and stopped crying. Poor boy, he missed his mom and dad so much.
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