The night is very dark, Matilda Jenkins' bed is near the window, she can hear the cold wind howling outside.
She can't clearly see Nolan Morrison's face, but... the light flickering in his eyes makes her heart beat non-stop, and the temperature on her face rises sharply.
The light in his eyes is like two leaping flames, burning ever stronger.
Matilda licks the corner of her mouth: "You..."
Nolan moves his hand down from her chest, landing on her abdomen: "Darling, let's have a child, as cute as Alma."
Matilda feels the place his fingers slide over, sending waves of electric current, making her whole body soft and weak, her strength drained: "I... I... also wish for it, but... a child... doesn't just come because we wish for it."
Speaking of Alma, Matilda truly has affection; chubby and tender, obedient, incredibly soft to hold, with big eyes, and when she smiles at you, it feels like your heart melts.
Probably, in this world, no one can resist a child as angel-like as that.
