A maternal glow appeared on her face, and Tara Summer felt touched inside and happy for her.
The two young women exchanged a smile and bowed their heads to begin breakfast.
"Sister-in-law, here's my milk for you..." Fiona Schmidt sat next to Emma Benson, pushing her milk in front of her, while touching her stomach and saying, "Little niece, you need to grow up quickly, auntie is looking forward to your birth!"
"Really?" Emma Benson tilted her head and smiled, "Didn't you say the baby being born would age you a few years? Why are you now hoping for him (or her) to be born?"
"Hehe." Fiona Schmidt covered her mouth with a cute smile, full of innocence.
"Silly laugh!" Poking her forehead with a finger, Emma Benson smiled helplessly, "You're a grown-up now, still laughing foolishly so often, be careful you won't get married!..."
