Mary breathed out a sigh of relief at the good turn of events. Since she had kept dinner ready in the kitchen this whole time, she laid all of it out on the table in a flurry, chiming in, “That’s right, Ma’am. You should never skip a meal! The child needs all the yummy food to grow healthy and strong.”
Arianne was reminded of her child’s ultrasound image and suddenly felt a little insecure. “Mary, do you think I’m gonna, you know, birth an ugly duckling or something? I mean, I’m not gonna dislike my own kid for it that much, but... if the kid turned out to be a bit too heavy on the ugliness, I don’t think I’d like that.”
Mary broke out a chuckle. “Poppycocks! Both you and Mr. Tremont are so handsome, how could any of your genes produce an ugly duckling at all? All the kid needs to do is to take after either of you, and voila, a beautiful child is guaranteed! Oh, Madam, don’t fret over the image in that report, it’s inaccurate. How could it be? The kid’s still enjoying a spa treatment in that amniotic sac. No one’s gonna look photogenic in that!”
Hearing that reassured Arianne a little, for she replied, “I hope you’re right! Or it’ll feel like all this torment is for naught.”
Then, suddenly, her eyes were drawn to Mark and his shoes. “Oh, you haven’t changed into your indoor slippers? Are you leaving later?” she asked.
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