Next One Is a Babe

Paying no heed to Matilda, Sophia went straight into the dining room, where Ms. Cannon had already prepared dinner, and she sat right down. “It smells wonderful.”

“You really don’t plan to take a look upstairs?” Matilda asked, joining her in the dining room.

Without lifting her head, Sophia began to dig in and answered, “No, I’ll take a look after dinner.”

In the meantime, John stormed into the master bedroom, but he wasn’t exactly angry. Earlier in his office, he spent a long time thinking about it and had mentally prepared himself for what Sophia said. Otherwise, he couldn’t find an explanation as to why someone would spend a huge amount of money just to hire a person to knock her down. It didn’t make any sense.

Despite that, he was uneasy because he didn’t know when Sophia found out about her pregnancy and why she kept it from him before this. She didn’t know how to explain the matter to me? Or was it that she didn’t plan to do it at all? If it was the latter, what did she plan to do with the child?

After staying in the room for a long while, yet Sophia still didn’t come after him, he was left hanging with his temper flaring as he stood there, until he decided to rummage through the drawers in the closet. There, he found her checkup report and adrenaline pumped through his veins after a quick glance at it.

Even though he couldn’t understand the report, he could roughly understand the results of the checkup from the textual explanation. When he was done with the report, he finally let out a deep, long sigh.

Carefully, he kept the report away. Although he couldn’t fully understand it, he knew that it held the first photograph of his child.

Even after he sat on the bed for a long time, nobody came upstairs, so he decided to leave the room impatiently. When he went downstairs, however, the atmosphere was jovial.

Matilda had instructed Ms. Cannon to prepare some fruits and was telling Sophia which kind of fruits would produce lovable children with large eyes and fair skin, while Sophia listened intently as she had no knowledge about such issues.

While skinning the grapes for her, Matilda elaborated, “If you take more of this, your child will have eyes as big as grapes. Look at John’s eyes; it was all due to the grapes I’ve eaten. When I was pregnant, I would eat grapes whenever possible. Of course, I would also take apples and milk. Listen to me and you won’t go wrong. When your child is born, your baby boy will be handsome, and pretty if it’s a baby girl.”

With a fork in her hand, Sophia was rather obedient and popped the grapes into her mouth one after another. “It’s sweet.”

“For sure it is because I spent so much time picking it out. I almost tasted them one by one just to be sure!” Matilda said and laughed heartily.

Giggling, Sophia said, “You’ve bought so much. I don’t think I can finish it all.”