Penelope glanced at him as if he was very unkind.
“The two of you have an agency-client relationship. You can be nice in daily life. If you tell something like this, you will increase the burden on her.”
“Really?” Penelope didn’t understand these relationships, nor had she experienced such distances from people.
They lived with each other but still kept some of their own secrets. It was a strange way to get along.
Although she was puzzled, she still decided to believe Asher. After all, he had grown up in such an atmosphere, and he knew more about these relationships than her.
Anyway, the butler and Mrs. Brown were so smart, and they would understand in the end.
****
Warren returned at night, and Penelope followed him.
“Do you have something to say?”
“Yes,” Penelope nodded seriously.
He dropped his book and patted the sofa around him. “Sit down and talk.”
Penelope took out her phone and pointed to the calendar above. She said, “Look at the note for tomorrow.”
Warren squinted, “due date?”
“Yes!” Penelope nodded with excitement.
He swiftly said, “But you didn’t have contractions. Was your stomach in pain? Or did you have a backache?”
Penelope paused and shook her head.
“No.”
“The due date is only a rough estimate and may not be accurate.”
“But that shouldn’t make much difference?” Penelope asked urgently.
“We must ask the doctor about this.” Warren was also uncertain.
Penelope sighed, “The weather is getting hotter and hotter now, but he still hasn’t come out…”
He always kicked around every day in her stomach, sometimes her tummy, and sometimes her bladder. She really suffered.
She counted down to the due date. She thought the time was approaching. But now it seemed that this kid was trying hard to stay in her stomach for ten months.
“Help!” She moaned and leaned against Warren’s chest, feeling that the future was dark.
****
Penelope pretended to be reading a book, but her eyes couldn’t help but look at Warren on the other side of the sofa.
Today was the weekend, and Warren rested at home. He changed his suit and put on his casual clothes, which made him look extraordinarily handsome.
In order not to let him feel that her head was full of useless things, Penelope also took a book from the bookshelf and read.
Both of them were holding a book with a cup of tea beside them. What a beautiful picture!
“Why do you always look at me?” He put down the book and smiled at her.
Penelope moved her butt and said, “Is your book interesting?”
“Just so-so.”
“I… don’t know many words in this book.” She pouted slightly; she was looking very cute.
Warren wasn’t surprised. He took a look at her book and read the cover–The Sonnets of William Shakespeare. She had good taste, but it was a little difficult.
“Even if I know most of the words, I can’t understand what the sentences mean.” Penelope took the opportunity to sit next to him.
She pointed to the line above and said, “You see this, ‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.’ What does ‘thee’ mean? Does ‘art’ here have the same meaning as I know?”
He chuckled and said, “They are old English. ‘Thee’ means ‘you’ and ‘art’ means ‘are’.”
“What? Really?” Penelope was puzzled.
“Yes. These two lines show the poet’s idea of comparing his beloved to the summer’s day and pointing out that his beloved person is more beautiful and less extreme,” Warren explained patiently, and she listened carefully like a student.
“You know a lot, including the poem from last time. I understand now after your explanation,” she exclaimed with admiration.
For the first time, Warren was praised clearly, without any modification. Penelope looked at him with simple admiration.
“… and, if God chooses, I shall love thee better after death. This sentence, ‘I still remember…” She looked at him when reading the last verse.
He saw his figure in her clear eyes. Penelope looked back at him intently.
Unknowingly, the two began to kiss each other.
Just like a poet says–With fertile soil, a suitable climate, and careful cultivation, the fruits of love would grow and mature.
Nowadays, all the factors that gave birth to love are present; how could love not come?
****
However, love is coming, but the child isn’t.
A week after the expected date of delivery, she was still pregnant. Penelope couldn’t help but run to the hospital for an examination, asking the doctor for a cesarean.
“This is a major operation, not a piece of cake.” The doctor washed his hands after checking. Then he refused her slowly.
“But I really can’t stand it!” Penelope mourned.
The head nurse passed by with the case. “How long are you overdue?”
“A week,” Penelope almost cried.
Warren tapped her on the shoulders, “It is okay.”
The head nurse gave her a thumbs up. “It has been so long. You are really a heroine.”
Penelope stepped forward and grabbed the doctor’s fingers. “I beg you. Please perform a cesarean on me. I am really fed up!”
If she stayed in a place where the air conditioning was not good enough, she would sweat quickly by simply standing there.
When she went to the toilet, she couldn’t go out unless she sat there for over half an hour.
Sleeping at night, she always got numb. The key was that she had to go to the toilet frequently. This was still the case when the child in the stomach wasn’t naughty.
If he was full and had had enough sleep, he always kicked her belly, which was more terrible. Sometimes, Penelope wanted to hit the pillow and die.
Under this situation after nine months, he still had not come out. Penelope was about to find a church where she could pray. “You don’t meet the conditions for a cesarean,” the doctor tried to take away his hand but failed to get rid of her grip.
“Which requirement don’t I meet? People are always sent to the operating room, and they come out quickly with a cut. Why am I so troublesome?” Penelope said with a sad face.
“Your body is in good condition, and the child is controlled within the proper weight range, so you can give birth by yourself. Moreover, most of those who choose to have a cesarean section do so because they have no other choice. You think everyone wants to go under the knife?” The doctor said seriously, “Do you know how a cesarean goes?”
“Slit the belly with a knife.”
“First, slit the belly with a knife, then take out the intestines and take the child out, finally put your intestines back into your stomach. Are you willing?”