"Leonel, you can call me Mom too."

Embarrassment overcame the seven-year-old.

ALL of a sudden, a rosy hue tinted his cheeks.

Respecting his emotions, Rena withdrew. She always respected the children. Her insistence on preparing dinner was met with Waylen's adamant refusal, a testament to his newfound role as her caregiver. She said helplessly, "I'm just pregnant. I'm not that fragile."

Waylen offered a soft smile. He approached, wrapping his arms around Rena's waist as he murmured, "For me, this is the first time I've taken care of you while you're pregnant. Get some rest. I'll cook the dinner."

Waylen was not as good at cooking as Rena, but it was interesting for him to take two children to cook together.

As evening unfolded, Rena found herself ravenous.

A gentle nudge from hunger disrupted her slumber, and she nestled against Waylen, casting a pitiable glance his way.

Waylen stirred, his eyes meeting Rena's beseeching gaze.

A hoarse voice met her plea.

“What hour is it, my hungry sweetheart?”

Normally, Rena didn't want him to get up, but she didn't vomit or feel uncomfortable when she was pregnant this time. The warmth of the quilt made her hesitate for a while, but she finally whispered, "I'm craving beef bone soup.”

Waylen, a warm smile gracing his features, patted her hip affectionately.

“Why choose something so complex?"

Despite his protest, he arose, slipping into his clothing as he offered, “Anything for you, my dear. Be it sweet or savory.”

A chuckle tickled Rena's lips, his earnestness tugging at her heartstrings.

After a while, she thought he was shameless.

Waylen put on a sweater and went downstairs to make the beef bone soup while Rena stayed in the warm bedroom. Time passed, and Rena, eager to contribute, set about tending to Alexis's and Leonel's schoolwork.

This family was a blessing, she mused, a happiness well worth any sacrifice.

Amidst the tranquility, thoughts of future investments flitted through Rena's mind. Her flourishing music center and restaurant were a testament to her success. She contemplated occasional forays into film making, content in her domestic bliss.

A woman who Lived a happy life was always gentle.

Rena recalled the past at night and felt much relieved.