Koa Jackson smiled as he walked and said, "You're only twenty-three."
"Alright." Mia Ginger let out a sigh of relief, having tangled herself up for quite some time, she simply stopped talking.
Her career was indeed important, but Koa Jackson was already thirty-two, dragging on really would be getting old.
Especially—
Her internship would last for three months, and she could officially start working by the end of the year at the earliest.
The first few years of work would be a period of development; suddenly resigning for maternity during development would be less ideal than having a child before starting work, allowing for undistracted focus once employed.
But—
She was still a bit afraid, she felt she was still like a child.
Though sometimes joking with Koa Jackson about having children, she had never seriously considered it.
Such a dilemma.
Mia Ginger hugged Koa Jackson's arm tightly.
