Markâs project was plagued by delays, postponing its launch until yearâs end.
Mark was so busy that he might not be able to come to Duefron for a long time.
Cecilia sobbed on the phone, âItâs just as well.
I actually havenât made up my mind yet.
â
The insights Waylen had shared about Ceciliaâs stubborn nature became clear.
She truly was a woman of conviction.
Rena knew it now.
After concluding her call, Rena took the time to reach out to Mark, desiring a chat amid his bustling schedule.
Markâs voice, an embodiment of his cheerful mood, painted a warm smile across Renaâs face as he sweetly promised, âNext time youâre in Duefron, Iâll have a delightful surprise waiting for you.
â
With gratitude, Rena bid farewell and hung up the phone.
Time unfurled its wings, casting a gentle spell that nurtured Renaâs burgeoning belly.
Three months sped by, leaving in their wake a swelling baby bump.
Curiosity and excitement led Rena and Vera to a mother-and-baby store, their hearts fluttering as they perused the adorable array of baby clothes.
Amidst their selections, Veraâs voice Lowered as she shared a longing from her heart.
âRena, Iâve yearned for another child with Roscoe for years.
We tried our best, but the stars didnât align.
How have you managed to welcome so many children with Waylen?â
Veraâs contemplation took a playful turn, her curiosity alighting on the possible culprit.
âIs it because he adamantly refuses the use of condoms?â
Renaâs laughter was a soothing melody in response.
Pausing to reflect, her voice carried a gentle certainty.
âOur growing family is a deliberate choice.
â
Veraâs eyes shimmered with a wistful envy.
It was a sentiment she expressed through baby clothes.
She bought two pink garments nestled among Renaâs choices.
Her unspoken hope whispered of future motherhood.
With a knowing smile, Rena playfully warned, âChildren demand your time and energy, my dear.
Parenthood isnât a path of leisure.
â
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Veraâs longing gaze painted a portrait of her dreams, revealing a woman yearning for a future where the pitter-patter of tiny feet graced her life.
As they immersed themselves in conversation, neither Rena nor Vera sensed the silent presence of Aline, her gaze fixated upon them through the glass, her thoughts shrouded in contemplation.
Aline looked thinner than before.
She watched Renaâs gentle form with a mixture of envy and longing.
Renaâs gentle demeanor juxtaposed with her blossoming belly tugged at Alineâs emotions, her thoughts mired in silent contemplation.
Observing Rena from a distance, she surmised that Rena lived a happy life.
The world knew Waylen as a stoic figure, immersed in the art of business and stoically devoted to his wife.
Aline, too, recognized his unwavering Love.