Morrison acknowledged it, "That's true."

"Don't flaunt your blissful life in front of me. I'll be envious,"

Forrest responded.

Morrison smiled, "I don't intend to boast, but..."

He gazed into the distance. “I'm genuinely content now."

Laura appreciated their tranquil life.

So did he.

He cherished their familial atmosphere deeply.

His parents were gone.

Laura was his sole family.

How could he abandon all that he had now?

He was both jesting and earnest. "Should you intend to ruin my joy, I assure you I will not hesitate to retaliate."

Forrest had an accurate self-assessment.

"I'm not foolish enough to fight you."

Morrison rose and declared, "It's getting late. Let's head out!"

Forrest glanced up and inquired, "Where are we headed?"

"I'll show you the baby. You're my guest. How about I treat you to a drink?" Morrison replied.

Forrest stood and agreed, “Okay.”

They returned to the car.

Morrison took the wheel.