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.”

Logan stared at Lola. “Are you sure it’s okay to set off

wanted to cover her face with both hands. Is this guy an idiot?

then continued, “Even if you’re not afraid, what if the child

even feel like seeing him anymore. No matter how much common sense he lacks, he can’t be ignorant of the fact that the firecrackers won’t suddenly be set off next to me, so what’s there to be

to talk to an idiot.”

joke to Logan, so after Old Mr. Jefferson had left, he sat on the edge of the bed and took Lola’s hand.

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

“But I just worry.” There’s a tiny life in her stomach, after all, so my understanding of life states that I’ve got

we give them credit for. They’re not that fragile.” At this, Logan sighed