Tiffany munched on the desserts as she sang Arianne’s praises. “Ari, your desserts are just as tasty as ever. It’s great to be smart, you learn everything much faster. It didn’t take you long to learn how to make desserts back then.”
Arianne smiled as she poured Tiffany a glass of warm juice. “Slow down. No one’s going to take it away from you. I’ll make some more for you to take home later.”
Jackson watched from the side, helpless. “Don’t eat too much dessert, or you won’t be able to eat your meals later. Desserts will make you fat.”
“Pregnant women are supposed to get fat,” Tiffany whispered, “I haven’t gotten that fat, and you already despise me? Ari doesn’t make desserts every day. Of course, I’m going to eat more of it.”
Arianne noticed that Tiffany had developed a fondness for eating the fruit on top of the desserts. The fruits were simply for decorative purposes, and the strawberries and kiwis were mostly sour this season. However, Tiffany did not even blink. She was growing suspicious. “Tiffie, do you know the gender of your baby yet?”
Tiffany shook her head. “I don’t know. I think it’s a girl. Besides, we want it to be a surprise. The doctor asked if we want to know, but I don’t see the need for it. If I say it’s a girl, it’s a girl.”
“Well, what if it’s a boy then?”
Tiffany paused. “Well, if you don’t mind…”
Arianne immediately cut her off. “I mind! Eat your food and take care of the baby. I’m waiting for you to give birth.”
Jackson was speechless. Tiffany’s brain circuitry was just as abnormal as ever. Halfway through their meal, Jackson received a call. He had some business to attend to so he had to leave.
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