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.

hours, sticking to the pregnancy recipe. It appeared as if he

lid off the pot, releasing steam infused with the savory

of them in the room now, the atmosphere was peaceful, almost giving the impression

word, Nina dipped the soup ladle into the pot. "I noticed you were following a

slightly, revealing a hint of awkwardness. Cooking wasn't challenging, but preparing such a substantial dish for the first time was a new experience for him. "I made some for you," he said, spooning some soup

caring demeanor, unable to detect any trace of his previous insistence on her having an

shifting to her belly, his expression darkening for a

this willingly? I recall how eager you were about me getting an abortion before. Why the sudden gesture of kindness with the chicken soup?" She had to be cautious. Nash

asked, "You could give contraceptives to Miranda. Did you put

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