The gentle look on Renaâs face prompted Waylen to encircle her waist affectionately, his voice tender as he murmured, âYouâre right.
Pregnant women deserve rest.
â
A shadow of discomfort flickered across Renaâs features.
In a household populated by three children, modesty often fell by the wayside.
Yet, she mused, what if their actions were to set a precedent for their children?
Waylen, attuned to her thoughts, offered a reassuring smile.
Sweeping Marcus into his arms, Waylen marveled at the childâs cherubic visage.
Perhaps, he pondered, another daughter would grace their lives.
He wanted her to look like Rena, preferably with a personality Like Rena.
The coupleâs tender moment beckoned Alexis forward, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Gently, she reached out to touch Renaâs belly, her Lips meeting skin in a cautious ki*s.
Rena, overwhelmed by the gesture, brushed a hand through Alexisâs tousled brown curls.
With a flourish, Alexis beckoned Leonel, extending an invitation to join.
âLeonel, come here.
â
Leonel, timid yet curious, inched forward.
Guided by Alexis, his hand came to rest on Renaâs belly.
An intimate secret hung unspoken, the air pregnant with anticipation.
A soft smile from Alexis, her voice lowered.
âLeonel, youâre going to be a big brother.
Are you excited?â
Leonel laid his head against Renaâs belly.
A familiar tenderness echoed in Renaâs heart as she also touched his head.
Leonel smiled, but there were tears in his eyes.
His mom and dad had been quarrelling for as long as he could remember.
He lost his mother at such a young age.
It had been a Long time since he had felt maternal tenderness.
He had never told anyone else that what he hoped most was that Waylen would take him to Live with the Fowler family for a few days on festivals.
Rena could empathize with Leonel very well.
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Stooping, she pressed a soft ki*s to Leonelâs forehead, her voice a gentle whisper.
âLeonel, you can call me Mom too.
â
Embarrassment overcame the seven-year-old.
ALL of a sudden, a rosy hue tinted his cheeks.
Respecting his emotions, Rena withdrew.
She always respected the children.
Her insistence on preparing dinner was met with Waylenâs adamant refusal, a testament to his newfound role as her caregiver.
She said helplessly, âIâm just pregnant.
Iâm not that fragile.
â
Waylen offered a soft smile.
He approached, wrapping his arms around Renaâs waist as he murmured, âFor me, this is the first time Iâve taken care of you while youâre pregnant.
Get some rest.
Iâll cook the dinner.
â
Waylen was not as good at cooking as Rena, but it was interesting for him to take two children to cook together.