"I just accompanied her to the hospital and came back. The doctor said the baby is nearly two months old and very healthy."
"Hmm, I know. I will pay attention."
"You're coming over now? OK, don't rush, be careful on the road and drive slowly."
After a while, Ashton Heath hung up the phone.
Turning his head, he saw Joanna Lawrence standing at the doorway of the locker room looking at him.
She was wearing a cartoon-patterned pajama. The hat on the pajamas had two rabbit ears dangling down. She had a bun hairstyle, with delicate features on her porcelain-like small face. She was about to become a mother, yet she looked like a youthful girl with a touch of innocence.
No one would doubt it if she were said to be eighteen years old.
Having such a youthful wife put some pressure on Ashton Heath.
He feared people would say he was a cradle snatcher.
"You called Grandma?" Joanna Lawrence walked towards him.
