Now left alone with Noemi, Rosalynn faced the inevitable question.

"So, Rosalynn, you've become quite the talk of Skrix. Eyes everywhere.

Next time you swing by the doctor's for a checkup, why not drag Brian along? If he's not at home, we're ready to be your entourage; your Mom and I."

The suggestion was tactful, but Noemi couldn't completely hide the suspicion in her gaze.

She had to warn Rosalynn, even if she didn't want to mistrust her.

Rosalynn's smile faded a little.

She understood what Noemi was attempting to tell her.

Lyndon had taken her to the hospital, so her mother-in-law couldn't help to overthink.

Rosalynn, aware of the undercurrents, nodded. "Sure thing."

They had finally found some common ground, and Rosalynn was determined not to wreck it.

Concerned about Rosalynn's well-being, Noemi urged, "You shouldn't be toiling away now. Money isn't an issue. Focus on you and the Little one."

This time, Rosalynn's brow furrowed.

"I'm afraid I can't agree with you. I've never been healthier!

Working with a manageable workload will work for me."

The notion of being confined at home during pregnancy irked her.

She thought about Valeria's pregnancy at this same time and could relate to Valeria better now.

The thought of being controlled didn't sit well.

“You can't predict everything. Regret might hit if something goes south," Noemi cautioned, her tone serious.

"The firstborn is crucial. Mishandle it, and making other future babies gets complicated. The Hughes lineage needs an heir."

That was a weighty statement, indeed.