Her voice was calm, tinged with an inviting warmth that made those around her inclined to heed her suggestions.
Dilans eyes flickered, his fingers clenched as he wrestled with his thoughts, remaining silent for a while.
Rosalynn noticed his hesitation and offered a slight smile, not directly asking for his consent, but instead suggesting, Lets head to your place.
Dilan was still pondering his response when he heard her proposal.
He frowned, puzzled.
Why are you going to my place? I havent yet met your sister.
Id like to chat with her, Rosalynn replied, as she and Brian made their way towards the apartment building. Watching their retreating figures, Dilan pressed his lips tightly together, his brow furrowed in contemplation.
The weather was brisk, a biting chill in the air sharpening his senses.
The cold wind blew, gradually soothing his restless heart.
He knew he should despise them, yet somehow⦠Arent you coming with us? Rosalynn called out, pausing and turning back when she noticed Dilan hadnt followed.
Snapped back to reality, Dilan tightened his coat around himself and followed them.
As they ascended the stairs, Brian supported Rosalynn, noticing her discomfort.
Seeing her hand rest on her belly, Dilans frown deepened.
Brians lips pressed into a thin line, holding back his displeasure.
He looked at Rosalynn with concern.
Honey, are you tired? Rosalynn flashed a reassuring smile.
Im fine.
A little exercise is supposed to make it easier when its time to have a baby.
Brians eyes softened with affection, and he chose not to press further, focusing instead on providing her with steady support as they ascended. Upon reaching the sixth floor, they found the door already ajar, with Dilan having preceded them inside.
In the living room, Rainie was engrossed in watching TV.
The sound of newcomers prompted her to scamper to the doorway eagerly.
She appeared slightly nervous as she greeted them.
Rosalynn extended a warm smile.
Hello, Im Rosalynn, and this is my husband, Brian.