"We should stop and buy some gifts first. We can't just show up for lunch empty-handed." Giselle proposed.
"Don't be ridiculous," Donovan said, rolling his eyes at her again. "You are just going home to eat. Why would you buy gifts? Do you think you're a guest?"
She replied, "Oh, right!"
Soon enough, they were back in the car. Chris, acting like a pack mule, hauled the mountain of baby supplies they had just bought into the trunk before climbing back into the driver's seat.
When they arrived, Dorothea was overjoyed to see them. "Giselle, you're here! Come, go sit in the dining room. The food is already on the table."
This time, Dorothea paid Donovan no mind whatsoever. She immediately fussed over Giselle, gently holding her arm. "Be careful. The housekeeper just mopped the floor, and it's quite slippery. Watch your step."
"Thank you." Giselle was still not quite used to Dorothea's sudden attentiveness.
After Dorothea personally seated her, her gaze drifted to Giselle's flat stomach. "How have the last two months been? Is your appetite okay? Are you still throwing up?"
Giselle replied, "No, I'm fine. We just went for a checkup today and all the indicators are normal."
Dorothea continued, "That is good to hear. Once you pass the three-month mark, things will stabilize.
"Your physical condition is delicate, so you must be careful. Don't be as careless as you used to be, especially with your diet. Even if you don't feel like eating, you have to force yourself. You are too slim-"
"Mom," Donovan interrupted, unable to stand the nagging. "That's enough. You start chirping the second we walk in. I've reminded her of these small things."
"I'm just caring for you two," Dorothea replied.

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