Ashton’s cheeks plumped up when he saw me coming downstairs. He was in the middle of telling Flora the dos and don’ts around the house and with Summer.
“All set?” he asked. I nodded, and we headed out.
Once I got into the car parked in the yard, Ashton carefully placed a box in my hands and started the engine. “This is HiTech’s latest model.”
I staggered before lifting the cover. Inside lay a classy new phone with a diamonds cast gold rim. Quite fashionable, I’d say.
Right, he smashed my phone last night.
I then took it out from the box, gave it a rough scan, and slid it into my purse.
Our journey to Hannah’s place was in absolute silence.
John bought Hannah a villa in South District. It was baroque-inspired, and the yard was a medley of flora. Unfortunately, the deep snow took center stage this season.
John hired two caregivers to take care of Hannah and the baby. He wasn’t home when we got there.
Hannah was still in confinement. She came down to the living room when she heard our car’s rumbling engine coming to a stop.
She was in her warm puffy pajamas and looked rather pale as if she was just done with the delivery.
It took her some effort to squeeze out a smile. “Hey, how’s it going?”
“Not bad. But you lost so much weight!” I couldn’t help but noticing how gauntly thin she had become.
“This is what happens once the baby’s out,” she chuckled.
She then gestured for us to take a seat and had the caregiver bring us water.
I looked around but saw no signs of the child. “Where’s the baby?”
“He’s sleeping upstairs.” She then passed me a glass of water. “You know, he’s premature and will need to lounge a bit longer in the incubator.”
Despite her light-hearted statement, I still felt sorry for her.
“Summer was like that too. But things got better as she grew up,” I sighed.
Ashton sat quietly like a totem pole. He would pick up his drink or hang up an incoming call once in a while.
Hannah started noticing it and decided to break that drill. “Ashton, I bet that you’ve never seen a one-month-old baby. Why don’t you go upstairs and check it out? At least you’ll know what it’s like when it’s you and Scarlett’s turn.”
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