“That is my beautiful little miracle moving inside there,” Samantha whispered reverently, resting her cheek against my stomach to listen closely.
“Your miracle is kicking extremely hard today,” I laughed, placing my hand over hers. “I have a strong feeling that she is going to be quite an active little girl.”
Samantha instantly pulled her head back and corrected me with a firm tone. “He is definitely a boy, Alison, because I have had a strong motherly intuition from the very first week.”
“You cannot simply order a specific gender from a catalog like a piece of furniture, my sweet sister,” I chuckled softly, assuming she was merely joking around.
A sudden, strange shadow flickered across Ronald’s face as he sat in the armchair across the room, but the uncomfortable expression vanished as quickly as it appeared when he quickly forced a smile and offered to pour us some fresh water. I definitely noticed the odd tension in the air, but I deliberately chose to brush it aside because I refused to ruin such a sweet family moment.
