Summer’s eyes looked shifty. “A baby is the best way to tie a woman down. I would have married someone else if I hadn’t had you. If you can make Tiffie pregnant, this feat will be pretty much accomplished. This is the safest and most fool-proof plan!”
Jackson felt a little worried. “I don’t… think it would work. She and I are perfectly healthy, but we haven’t been able to conceive after such a long time. I’m losing hope. Isn’t there another way?”
Summer shot him a glare. “There isn’t. It’s your fault for not restraining yourself. Abstain for a while, wait for a nice increase in your little tadpoles, then launch a full scale attack. Understand? Alright. I won’t continue this subject. It’s inappropriate for me to talk to my son about these things. The driver’s waiting for me downstairs; I’m going home. My leg is still hurting…”
Jackson seemed lost in thought. He remembered his mother’s words. Although he was a man and was unfamiliar with a woman’s sentiment towards her child, perhaps he would stand a chance in turning this around by getting Tiffany pregnant. Didn’t Arianne go back to Mark only because of her pregnancy? Regardless of how he saw it, children were really great tools in establishing a reunion.
The hospital.
Arianne walked around the ward with Mary’s support. This was the only activity she could do every day, as the chances of a premature birth were a lot higher during the latter part of her pregnancy. She was also afraid of a uterine rupture, so she didn’t even dare breathe too hard.
This may seem overly exaggerated to others, but to her, her greatest fear at the moment was an accident. She couldn’t allow for any mishaps now that she had managed to hold on for so long.
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