Tracy was thrilled, as if she was going to speak, wishing her own baby would be born soon.
"So cute, our little Stone is so handsome, what are we going to do in the future?" Tracy caressed the baby's soft cheeks, maternal radiance in her eyes, "I hope those girls don't end up fighting!"
Hearing her words, Tara Summer and Emma Benson couldn't help but laugh.
Tara said, "Why are you like Emma? Worrying about this issue—isn't it too early!? Plus, if a man is handsome, it's normal for women to chase after him. Don't worry! He'll make his own choices... right? Little Stone?"
She gently pinched the baby's cheek, her expression soft.
"Yeah, I'm worried too much. I guess if my baby is a boy, it'll be okay, but if it's a girl, I'll be even more worried!" Tracy laughed sheepishly.
