She didn't want to pay any more attention to Nash, ready to leave. Just as she turned, she caught Nash looking at her.

He said, "It'll be ready soon. Are you hungry?"

Nina halted her steps, facing him squarely. "I only care about when you're leaving," she replied.

Nash evaded the question, saying, "We'll eat in ten minutes."

Nina saw him turn away, focusing on the dish he was preparing, evidently avoiding addressing her question.

Ten minutes later, Nash emerged with a small pot of chicken soup. Placing it on the table, he wiped his hands with a towel and looked at Nina. "Come over, it's ready," he said.

to the pregnancy recipe. It appeared as if he had come to terms with the child growing in

opposite him. Nash lifted the lid off the pot, releasing steam infused with the savory scent of

the room now, the atmosphere was peaceful, almost giving the impression of a caring husband attending

soup ladle into the pot. "I

a substantial dish for the first time was a new experience for him. "I made some for you," he

attentive and caring demeanor, unable to detect any trace of his previous insistence on her having an abortion. She chuckled lightly. "So, have you come to

expression darkening for a moment before he placed the bowl in

eager you were about me getting an abortion before. Why

give contraceptives to Miranda. Did you

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