"The way she is now, it's like she's carrying a ticking time bomb, and I'm constantly worried."
"I understand..." Tara Summer nodded. At that moment, the woman on the bed awoke.
She opened her eyes, looked at them, and said, "Morning..." then tried to get up by pushing with her hands.
But her belly was too large, making it very difficult, so Walter Schmidt hurried forward to help her up.
"Little one..." Emma Benson leaned into the man's embrace, her breathing a bit labored, as she caressed her round, almost bursting belly, "When are you going to come out?"
She really couldn't wait to see the baby; she had imagined the child's face countless times in her mind, wondering who it would resemble.
She hoped the child would look like Walter Schmidt, especially if it was a boy—handsome features and well-defined.
"Babies who come out late tend to be very smart..." Tara Summer walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out to touch her belly.
