"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."