"Sure." Summer placed her hand on her stomach as she responded. Her eyes were bright, and she was feeling great. 'How nice!'
Mark was holding her in his arms as they sat on the couch. His lips looked as if they were permanently smiling as his expression was exceptionally soft.
Charlotte wanted to join them as she climbed onto Summer’s stomach. But Mark quickly stopped her and educated her on it. "You can't sit on Mommy’s stomach anymore, okay?"
"Why can't I sit on Mommy? I've been sitting on her stomach all this time." Charlotte scrunched her nose while she ate her ice cream. Her mouth was stained with cream.
"There’s a baby in your mommy's belly now. You'll flatten the baby if you sit on Mommy, you know?"
"Whoa!" Charlotte's eyes twinkled as she jumped around the room. All of a sudden, a thought hit her as she turned around and looked at Summer. "Mommy, is the baby my little brother or little sister?" she asked curiously.
Summer answered with a smile, "We don't know yet. W e have to wait for some time before we get an answer."
Charlotte licked her lips as she giggled. "I'll like the baby no matter if it’s a brother or a sister! Hurry up and give birth to the baby, I want to bring them to buy candies! I have a lot of money! I can even buy them toys!"
“Look at your dirty clothes, you're covered in sand. Quick, go take a shower and go to bed." Summer carried her into the bathroom.
After her shower, Charlotte went to bed herself and slept right away. She was drooling, and her butt was pointing toward the ceiling.
Mark was handling some paperwork because he was still not sleepy. Summer then took his laptop and opened the browser as she typed in the search bar," Can pregnant women donate their bone marrow?"
The web results popped up, and she read every line carefully. She paid close attention to every single detail to make sure that she did not miss anything.
However, she found out that it was impossible for her t o donate her bone marrow during pregnancy. She could only do so if she got a miscarriage or an abortion. If not, there was no way that she could donate.
All of the search results were saying the same thing. There was no way that she could go through with the bone marrow donation.
She sat there lost in her thoughts as the laptop screen was still on.
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She raised her hand. PA! A slap had landed on Ronald's face, and a reddish palm print immediately appeared.
"Shameless bitch!" Swearing furiously, Yvette approached the bed and raised her hand again towards Samantha.
The web results popped up, and she read every line carefully. She paid close attention to every single detail to make sure that she did not miss anything.
However, she found out that it was impossible for her t o donate her bone marrow during pregnancy. She could only do so if she got a miscarriage or an abortion. If not, there was no way that she could donate.
All of the search results were saying the same thing. There was no way that she could go through with the bone marrow donation.
She sat there lost in her thoughts as the laptop screen was still on.
Every line she read on the web was floating around her mind. Coincidentally, everything had come together at such a bad time...
Pregnancy and a bone marrow transplant... How did it turn out to be so complicated?
Summer continued sitting there in a daze. No one could tell what she was thinking.
She just sat there for about half an hour, not even noticing the footsteps that were approaching her.
"What are you thinking about?” Mark stared at her expression as he asked suspiciously.
Suddenly, Summer pulled herself back when she noticed the web results that were displayed on the screen. Instinctively, she slapped the laptop shut and controlled her expressions as she stood up. "Are you done with work?"
"Yup..." Mark watched the look on her face and her actions as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders." You're pregnant now, so you should not be on the computer that much..."
"I know. I’m just looking some stuff up on the web, that's all. Do you want to sleep now?"
Mark raised his brows as the corners of his lips curled up. "Of course. We can’t do any adult activities now, so all that's left for us to do is sleep." 1
Summer pinched his shoulder as they walked into the bedroom to find Charlotte missing. Summer frowned curiously as Mark answered, "I carried her to the smaller room.”
"She’s never slept on her own before." Summer was a little worried about Charlotte.
"She’s almost four now. It's time for her to sleep on her own. What's going to happen if she moves around and kicks you in the middle of the night?"
While he spoke, he gently pressed Summer onto the bed. "You do know the way your daughter sleeps at night, right? I'm highly alert, so I can hear every move she makes. Besides, she's just sleeping next to us. If she's really scared, she'll run over to us. Let's get some sleep..."
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