The Returning Ex

Old Mr. Jefferson raised his cane again. “Do you really need to be so fastidious?”

Logan wasn’t fastidious. Rather, he was truly afraid. People always say that the first trimester is precarious, so one has to be exceedingly careful. I don’t even dare to speak loudly to Lola now, yet Dad wants to set off firecrackers? He vehemently opposed.

Disregarding his opposition, Old Mr. Jefferson went upstairs in search of Lola and told her that they’d like to celebrate with some firecrackers and fireworks, asking whether it was okay with her.

Lola naturally knew what he meant by the so-called celebration, so she instantly nodded. “Sure.” Everyone is happy, and they want to express it through such a method, so it’s fine. While she felt rather embarrassed to have a celebration just because she was pregnant, a bun in the oven was truly a momentous occasion to the Jeffersons considering their resignation of Logan never getting married or having a child.

Old Mr. Jefferson turned and shot Logan a glare. “Fortunately, it isn’t you who’s pregnant. If the baby were in your stomach, you’d probably sew our mouths shut.”

scrunching into a tense mask, Logan stared at Lola. “Are you sure it’s okay to set off firecrackers when you’re

both hands. Is this

afraid, what if the child gets frightened? Such a racket

much common sense he lacks, he can’t be ignorant of the fact that the

want to argue with Logan anymore. “Never mind, I don’t want to talk to an idiot.” Having said

sat on the edge of the bed and took Lola’s hand. “Are you sure it’s okay? Firecrackers emit such a booming noise that I’m afraid

herself to do so as she gazed at his solemn expression now. Lifting a hand, she touched his face. “Why are you so adorable?” Taking his hand, she placed it on her stomach. “This little peanut probably won’t even be visible on a B-scan. It’s too tiny, so it doesn’t have any perception of the outside world. Don’t worry. Even if the sky explodes at this moment, it won’t

in her stomach, after all, so my understanding of life states that I’ve got

we give them credit for. They’re not