NovelEnglish“You’ve gained weight because of happiness. When the baby is born, you’ll be slender again,” Millie comforted her, taking out the Lucky bracelet she had asked for the baby when she was at the temple.
“Look, do you like it?”
Rylie accepted the bracelet tied with a red rope, her face beaming.
“Sure. I was going to ask for one at the temple myself, but now that you’ve given one to me, I don’t have to.”
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Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThough Rylie seemed strong, she harbored fears that something bad might happen to the baby. Only a few days ago, she had contemplated visiting the temple to pray for the child.
Millie’s eyes landed on a picture on the wall, depicting Rylie with a man who must be Vincent. He was handsome, seemingly a good match for Rylie.
Millie surmised that Rylie hung these photos to soothe the Longing she felt for him.
A thought struck Millie: Rylie was an incredibly strong woman, but seeing these pictures daily must be difficult.
“I’ve been quite free recently, and I’ll visit you and the baby often. Will you welcme?”
Rylie was nearing the tof giving birth, and Millie’s concern for her grew, prompting her to decide to visit more frequently.
Rylie’s face Lit up with a smile, clearly recognizing that Millie was making an effort to spend more time with her.
“Of course. The baby has been quite mischievous lately, kickingevery day. Even when I fall asleep, he might wakeup,” Rylie complained, yet her eyes sparkled with delight as she looked down at her belly, a radiance of joy in her expression.
“I also want to touch the little baby.”
Millie reached out and gently touched Rylie’s belly, feeling the baby kick once more.
“How about you be the baby’s godmother?”
With a joyful nod, Millie agreed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Sure.”
She hadn’t realized she was going to be a godmother; how quickly thad passed.
“Millie, do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” Rylie asked, her eyes filled with curiosity.
Pausing to think, Millie finally admitted, “Well, I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl. But I’m sure if it’s a boy, he’ll be as handsas his dad. If it’s a girl, she’ll be as pretty as you.”
Rylie’s laughter filled the room, and she playfully addressed her belly, “Sweetheart, did you hear that? Your godmother is so sweet.”
Her expression suddenly turned serious.
“You must hurry and have a child so that my child will have a friend to play with.”
Embarrassed, Millie scratched her head, at a loss for words.
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