He patted her head and said, "You, when will you grow up? When your emotions get out of control, you're like a child!"
"Grow up? In a year..." She rubbed the spot on her head that hurt from the pat, shrugged, and said, "Once my little nephew is born, I'll be an aunt, and I'll be an adult then."
Walter Schmidt chuckled, pinched her nose helplessly, while Fiona Schmidt also grinned widely at him, then hooked her arm through his.
She rested her cheek on his upper arm, and the two of them walked back to the Villa House together...
Once inside the Villa House, Elijah Schmidt and Julia Anderson were still sitting in the living room. Julia was cutting fruit, her face serious, occasionally looking up to gauge her husband's expression.
Elijah held a copy of the latest military newspaper, his resolute face taut. Although no longer as angry as before, there was still a sharp aura about him.
