Vigorously nodding: "Yes, I'm not angry, really not angry anymore! But..."
She changed her tone, frowning as she warned, "But if you drink that much again, I absolutely won't talk to you. I swear, absolutely, absolutely won't pay attention to you!"
The man chuckled softly, finally willing to let go. He quickly got up, afraid of pressing on the child in her belly, his large hand gently resting on her stomach, his handsome face tender.
Seeing his expression, even if Emma Benson had more anger, it vanished without a trace.
Walter Schmidt cuddled her as they lay down, the two of them quietly leaning against each other, listening to each other's breaths and heartbeats. Emma Benson was extremely tired and fell asleep in less than twenty minutes...
