Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

A few minutes later, Rose adjusted her emotions and pushed the door open again. She shook her head helplessly. "How intolerable are the two of you? It's so early in the morning. I'm impressed. You have to learn from my brother. Look at my brother and Ava. They're like cowherds and weavers. They're not like the two of you. They don't even let go of concussions. Aren't they afraid of kissing to death?" After her mother left, another one came to curse her to death. Hackett said, "Sister, are you sure you're here to see a patient?" "Of course. I'm not here to see you, but to watch you show off your affection. If | knew you were so healthy, | wouldn't even need to wake up an hour early." Rose had woken up an hour earlier in order to visit Hackett in the ward. She was also very sincere.

Generously, Hackett nudged the bowl of creamy potato soup toward Rose. "Since you're so sincere, sister-in-law, join us for breakfast. Enjoy this creamy potato soup and nourish yourself." "No, your brother made me a breakfast of love this morning." Rose proudly praised Edward.

Sherri stated, "Who's the one showing off? | suspect that you're not here to see Hackett . You're here to tell us that you ate my brother's breakfast of love this morning." "Both. A bit of both. I'm heading out now. Get some good rest. Mom mentioned she'll visit you tonight." Rose waved her hand.

Sherri understood she was referring to her biological mother, Juana Landor.

At the Turner Manor, after Emma finished eating, she sat in the living room to arrange flowers. She wanted to add some new colors. When Ava saw this, she was a little happier and less nervous. She also hoped that this child would think things through and tell Frank sooner.

There was a noise at the door. Emma thought that his son and daughter-in-law had left something behind. She was about to turn around and ask when she saw that it was his son-in-law who came in in a hurry. His face was full of fatigue, and his chin was full of stubble.

Ever since Frank got together with Ava, he had never seen him look so slovenly. He had a guess in his heart. He put down the roses and scissors in his hand and walked over.

Frank was still carrying her luggage and nodded politely. "Mom." Emma felt sorry for him. "Frank, do you know?" Frank nodded.

"Did Ava tell you about her pregnancy?" inquired Emma.

Frank felt that it was not good to discuss that kind of thing with his mother-in-law. His voice was filled with fatigue, and he did not sleep the entire night. "I found it by chance." Emma understood. "I'm sorry. Ava is a little nervous. He keeps thinking that the child in his stomach will be miscarried. He's afraid that you'll be disappointed if anything happens in the future. He just wants to give you a surprise. Ava and Mom are in the wrong." In fact, even if Ava didn't say it in a few days, she would still look for Grace to say it. However, now that Frank was here, there was no need to say it anymore. There was an explanation and a cover-up.

"Afraid of a miscarriage? Why?" How could a normal child be a miscarriage? Couldn't the checkup be good? However, Trevon's wife said that she was fine, although she didn't say that Ava was pregnant.

Emma adjusted her shawl and stood upright helplessly. She said truthfully, "This child has watched too many television s.

There's another one who likes to go online. After looking up too much information, she absorbed too much. She keeps feeling that there's something wrong with her and thinks that she can stabilize herself in three months." So that was how it was. No wonder she ran away. She was just wondering why she didn't tell him that she was pregnant. It was just a guess before, but now, she had a hundred percent confirmation from her mother-in-law.

Ava was pregnant. He felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Not only for Baby Ava, but he himself was also nervous. His hands trembled as he held the suitcase and pulled the luggage.

He had never been nervous when he fought with others. Now, he was very nervous. He couldn't believe he was going to be a father.

Emma could actually understand her daughter's nervousness. Back when she was pregnant with Joseph, she was also like this.

She always felt that something would happen. If there was anything wrong with her body, she would always think in a bad way.

This was her first pregnancy and her first time as a mother. She would be nervous and overthink. To outsiders, it was just a pregnancy. In fact, only a mother knew that any slight movement would affect her nerves.

A baby was basically raised by books.

"Go up, wash your face, and sleep with Baby Ava for a while. We'll talk when you wake up,” Emma said to his tired son-in-law.

"Okay, Mom, I'm going up." As the sky turned white, the clouds began to spread out, and the warm sun was about to fall.

Frank held the door handle for a moment before pushing the door open. The curtains were tightly drawn, and not a single ray of light could enter. The room was so dark that one could not see their fingers.

After closing the door, Frank gently placed the suitcase at the door and used his phone to illuminate the room. He did not intend to turn on the light, nor did he go to the bathroom to wash up. Instead, he walked to the bed and looked at Ava's sleeping face.

She was sleeping peacefully, and her well-proportioned breathing filled the quiet room. Instantly, he felt a sense of security and satisfaction in his chest.

Looking at Ava, his naive little girl, his eyes began to turn red. She was being foolish, thinking that this pregnancy was unstable.

Not wanting to disappoint him, she ran back to Sapphire City alone.

Because he was travel-worn, he did not reach out to touch it without washing up. He stopped for a while before taking his pajamas from the wardrobe to the bathroom to take a shower.

Fifteen minutes later, after showering, he still did not lift the blanket and get into bed. When the water on his body was completely dry, he lifted the blanket and lay down. As soon as he lay down, he hugged Ava gently.

Yes, he was touched by Ava's actions instead.

Perhaps because she felt a sense of restraint, Ava grunted and prepared to open her eyes. However, she was very sleepy, and the smell was a little familiar.

Frank coaxed her gently. "It's me. Hug me for a while. Continue sleeping. We'll talk when you wake up. Don't talk now, okay?" Ava was also very sleepy. Her eyelids were drooping, and she really did not want to open her eyes. In his half-dream state, she thought that Frank was talking to him in her dream. She even obediently replied, "Yes." Frank rested his chin on the top of her head and fell asleep with her in his arms. He had not slept for the entire night, so he felt very at ease carrying Ava.

At 11:30 am, hunger roused Ava from her slumber. As she reached to touch her forehead, she discovered that she was securely restrained. Upon opening her eyes, she encountered the familiar and strikingly handsome features that never failed to captivate her.

Wait a minute, someone seemed to be talking to her in her sleep. She thought it was a dream, but it was true. It was her Frank.

She concluded that the cause of Frank's surprising visit was her failure to inform him about the pregnancy. Her suspicion stemmed from the idea that she could have possibly conveyed this information to him in a dream. However, she was fairly certain that she hadn't disclosed it to him in that manner.

Ava was still looking at the ceiling and thinking about the problem. Little did he know that the person in front of him had already opened her eyes and was smiling at her dumbfounded expression. "Baby Ava." Ava came back to his senses and raised his hand to touch Frank's face. He had a beard on his chin, and it was a little prickly.

"When did you come? Did you come last night?" Frank smiled as he let Ava touch him. "I'm here to collect surprises in advance.” He was afraid that he would lose it.

As soon as he said that, Ava felt ashamed because he had been timid once. Back then, when he chased after her, he had been brave. He had surrendered, reflected on himself, and apologized. "Il was wrong. | should have been bold enough to tell you. | shouldn't have watched so many documentaries. | shouldn't have watched so much science." Frank remained unfazed, maintaining a cheerful demeanor. Ava, being relatively young, lacked the experience comparable to pasta. Additionally, this marked her initial venture into motherhood, leading to inevitable moments of wild thought. Given the external influences, it was plausible for someone of Ava's age to be concerned about the possibility of Trevon divorcing her.

Thus, occasional moments of uncertainty were expected for Ava at her stage in life.

Ava confessed. She wrapped her arms around Frank's neck and kissed him on the lips to prevent him from getting angry. "I didn't want to hide it from you for a long time. Actually, | figured it out last night. | planned to tell you when | woke up today, but you came before | confessed. I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, look at my phone. | was chatting with Alex last night." Frank observed that Ava grasped the situation within a few days, whereas Trevon took a considerable two years to come to the same realization. This highlighted the notable difference in their understanding and processing of the matter.

Adults who remain consistently clear-headed from childhood to old age are rare, and if everyone were so, there would be fewer instances of reconciling after conflicts and fewer divorce cases. Ava's behavior was merely indicative of fear.

Seeing that Frank still had no reaction, Ava was a little anxious. She was about to sit up when Frank pressed her under the blanket and hugged her tightly. "I'm not angry. | just feel sorry for you." "Baby Ava, if there's anything in the future, just tell me directly. You can worry or be nervous." Wrapped in the covers, Ava embraced Frank, finding immediate comfort. It confirmed the insights of her mother and sister-in-law, Alex, who believed that Frank had the ability to ease her anxiety. "Alright, I'll hear you out. How do you feel about it? Did it catch you off guard?” The little girl kept asking. After saying that, she looked at him expectantly and pouted.

Frank wanted to say that he was more concerned about her than the surprise.

"Surprise, | like it." After getting an answer, Ava was even happier. She held Frank's hand and placed it on her stomach. "Can you feel his existence? Although he's very small, every time | touch my stomach, | always feel a different kind of warmth. It's just that my heart feels warm." Frank laid his palm flat and touched her stomach. The blanket was warm, and so was her stomach. Her heart was also warm.

The corners of his mouth curled up. "Baby Ava, thank you for the surprise.” He was really touched.

He could not help but lower his head and kiss Ava's lips. He wanted to go from light to deep, but considering the warmth in his palm, he only pecked her lightly.

Ava seemed to be unsatisfied. He raised his head and waited. Frank laughed and scratched her nose dotingly. "I'm not afraid now. | can't be agitated or do anything rash." "Alright, | forgot as soon as you arrived. I'm so happy. Are you happy?" "I'm happy." Frank kissed her forehead again, which meant that he was really happy.

After the joy passed, Ava began to think about the problem. She was so busy apologizing that she forgot to ask. She hugged Frank and raised her head to ask, "Did Mommy tell you?"