In the bedroom, a cheerful children's song was playing from the phone on the bedside table, as Sophie Foster, dressed in a loose nightgown, leaned against the bed eating beef jerky.
A pregnant woman's appetite is always astonishingly good, having just had dinner and still feeling a bit hungry again.
Panda Eyes stared at the beef jerky in her hand, licking its long tongue constantly, craving, yet quietly lying beside her.
Sophie Foster fed it a piece of beef jerky, and Panda Eyes immediately raised its head, opened its mouth to grab it, then rubbed its head against Sophie, making a whimpering sound. Sophie fed it another piece, only then did it leave and obediently lay back down.
The bathroom door opened, and Nicholas Croft walked out wearing a bathrobe, having just showered. His damp short hair naturally hung over his forehead, making him appear less lofty and more relaxed than usual.
