Lulu stared at Martin. "Are you trying to test me?"
Martin tousled her hair. "Don't think of it like that. You can be friends even if you're not into him now. There's no need to treat him like the enemy since you made his acquaintance, refusing to meet him at all. I don't mind it either—I trust you."
Lulu pouted. "I know you do, but I don't trust myself. Who knows, I might go with him if he starts to tempt me with sweet words…"
Martin suddenly wrapped his arms around her and kissed her ferociously.
He knew she was joking, but he was still very much afraid that she would leave him.
He held her so tightly as if to make them fuse together.
After a long while, Lulu said, "You should take Jean downstairs."
She believed it impossible that people could stay friends after break-ups, since she disliked confronting the past.
Caressing Martin's firm cheeks just then, she said, "I only need you in my life now."
"You don't want Jean?" Martin asked.
Lulu paused just then. "He wants Jean?"
Martin shook his head. "He just wants to see her."
As Lulu wrapped her arms around his waist, "I used to think that Jean was just an accident and I didn't want her, but as she slowly grew in me, I began to have expectations and affection for her… That's how it feels to be a mother, I guess. I really can't bear to part with her now!"
Martin certainly understood and said, "I'll take her downstairs. Let's not keep the man waiting."
"Okay," Lulu said and turned to carry Jean out of her crib.
Jean was asleep, and her little cheeks were bright red—she was still too young for anyone to tell who she took after, though it might be obvious once she was older.
As Lulu handed the baby to Martin, he asked again, "Are you really not coming?"
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