Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Tiffany proposes to take on the role of a "spiritual dad" for a baby, suggesting that she would be a better parent than Julian. Sydney, initially surprised, finds herself agreeing, as she struggles to picture Julian, with his aloofness and sarcasm, as a nurturing figure. This light-hearted conversation brings laughter and camaraderie between the two friends, easing Sydney's worries about the future.

As they enjoy their meal, the excitement of impending motherhood fills the air, but a shadow of concern crosses Tiffany's face regarding Julian's potential reaction. Sydney acknowledges the looming challenge of custody battles, yet she feels a surge of determination, vowing to keep the news from Julian for now. Their discussion drifts into dreams and laughter, wrapping them in a comforting bond of friendship. The next morning, Sydney is groggy when Agatha arrives, bringing food and warmth. Agatha's cheerful demeanor contrasts with Sydney's sleepy state, and she quickly invites her in.

As Agatha prepares lunch, Sydney feels grateful but also slightly overwhelmed by the attention. Tiffany, having woken up, engages with Agatha, adding to the lively atmosphere. However, the mood shifts when Agatha presents a seafood dish, which Sydney realizes she cannot eat due to her pregnancy. The weight of honesty becomes heavy as she decides to reveal her condition to Agatha, who is genuinely concerned. This moment marks a significant turning point, as Sydney embraces her reality and the responsibilities that come with it, setting the stage for the challenges and joys of motherhood ahead.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 368** **Chapter 368** "I..." Tiffany's voice trailed off for a moment, but then she regained her confidence. "I'll be its spiritual dad. Seriously, I'd make a way better father than Julian, right?" Sydney paused, considering the proposition. It was an unexpected suggestion, but somehow, it resonated with her. She couldn't quite envision Julian, with his detached demeanor and sharp tongue, stepping into the role of a nurturing parent.

The thought of a tiny baby crying for milk, and Julian's frowning face appearing in response, was almost comical. She could almost hear him saying something dismissive like, "You've got hands, haven't you? Can't you mix it yourself? And while you're at it, bring me some water." The absurdity of the image made her chuckle, and she turned to Tiffany with a newfound conviction. "Right. Definitely better." "Now... do you still want barbecue?" Tiffany's gaze flickered nervously toward the spread laid out before them. "Can you eat? Should I order something else?" Sydney couldn't help but laugh.

were abstaining from alcohol tonight, the excitement of new life on the horizon filled their hearts and motivated them to indulge in the feast before them. Yet, a shadow crossed Tiffany's face as she voiced her concern. "What about Julian? What if he

she could easily see herself reluctantly handing the baby over to him. But as she savored a juicy piece of watermelon while expertly flipping the meat on the grill, she felt a surge of determination. "Then I just won't let him know," she declared with resolve. She couldn't afford to think too far ahead; all she was certain of

to sleep on the sofa, wrapped in a cozy blanket-one lying sideways, the other stretched out, both lost in the comfort of friendship and hope. The next morning, Sydney was barely conscious when the doorbell rang, the sound cutting through her hazy dreams. With a soft groan, she pushed the blanket aside, slipped on her fuzzy slippers, and shuffled her way to the door, still

nose in embarrassment as she stifled a yawn. "It's already noon. I just went to bed too late yesterday. Please, come in." The news about the baby had kept her tossing and turning the night before, and she had completely forgotten that Agatha was scheduled to visit today. Tiffany, already awake, greeted Agatha with a polite nod before heading off to freshen

more alert, she was surprised to find Agatha meticulously stacking muffins in the freezer. "You should sit. Let me do that," Sydney insisted, trying to take charge. "It's fine," Agatha replied, waving her hand dismissively, a smile still gracing her lips. "I'm almost done. No need for you to fuss." Sydney had no choice but to watch as Agatha efficiently lined the muffins up, each one finding

been busy all morning." "If you like it, I'll cook for you every day," Agatha said, unpacking the dishes one by one and arranging them on the table. Among the offerings was a cold seafood dish. "This is marinated raw seafood. I heard young people like it these days, so I tried making some. Have a taste." Just then, Tiffany emerged from the bathroom,