After dinner, as usual, Daxton Lancaster leaned back on the sofa, Violet Zimmerman rested her head on his legs, holding the rabbit that Joseph Lancaster had brought over.
On the coffee table in front, Joseph Lancaster's palm-sized tape recorder was playing beautiful music.
Violet Zimmerman closed her eyes, seemingly asleep. Daxton Lancaster reclined on the sofa, his misty gaze forward, his large hands gently caressing her abdomen inside her woolen sweater.
It's almost four months now, perhaps due to good nutrition, Violet Zimmerman showed more than other women at the same stage of pregnancy, her belly seemed to have a pillow placed horizontally on top.
Hearing Violet Zimmerman's even breathing, Daxton Lancaster withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes to look at the woman sleeping on his lap. Just as he was about to get up and carry her back to the room, Joseph Lancaster walked in swiftly from the door.
