"Hmm." Stella York seemed to hear the voice in his heart, softly murmured, turned around and leaned against his chest, reaching out to embrace him.
The two of them embraced, spending a very quiet night together.
The next morning, before dawn, Stella York woke up.
Looking at the space beside her that had already become vacant, she slightly frowned, turned her head to search around the room, but didn't see any sign of Lucas Scott.
Where did he go so early?
Stella York sat up from the Bed, feeling the Little Buddy inside her stretching, little arms and legs kicking her belly, so excited she wanted to call Lucas Scott.
After she got pregnant, the Baby was especially quiet.
As if understanding that Mom's body wasn't well, aside from the obvious early pregnancy sickness, nothing else seemed to trouble her.
The Little Buddy would eat then sleep, hardly moving.
Stella York had initially been worried that a Four-month-old Baby with almost no Fetal movement might not be healthy.
