"Julia, don't move. Let me talk to my daughter," Glades Horne said huskily.
Julia lay on her back in bed, her belly raised, smiling softly. When the topic of the baby came up, her pretty face radiated the unique brilliance of maternal love. "Mom secretly spoke to me after dinner. She said to have Dr. Lei check my pulse to see if I'm carrying a boy or a girl. If Mom knew you talk about having a daughter all the time, she definitely wouldn't be pleased."
From the start, her mother-in-law had been hoping for a grandson. Before Julia was even pregnant, her mother-in-law had said she wanted eight or ten of them, and they all had to be boys; it didn't matter if the last one was a girl.
Truthfully, her mother-in-law's fervent hope for a grandson put a lot of pressure on her.
She didn't know if her mother-in-law would dislike her if she gave birth to a girl, just as her mother-in-law didn't seem to care much for the baby in Adele's belly.
