As evening unfolded, Rena found herself ravenous.

A gentle nudge from hunger disrupted her slumber, and she nestled against Waylen, casting a pitiable glance his way.

Waylen stirred, his eyes meeting Rena’s beseeching gaze.

A hoarse voice met her plea.

“What hour is it, my hungry sweetheart?”

Normally, Rena didn’t want him to get up, but she didn’t vomit or feel uncomfortable when she was pregnant this time.

The warmth of the quilt made her hesitate for a while, but she finally whispered, “I’m craving beef bone soup.

Waylen, a warm smile gracing his features, patted her hip affectionately.

“Why choose something so complex?”

Despite his protest, he arose, slipping into his clothing as he offered, “Anything for you, my dear.

Be it sweet or savory.

lips, his earnestness tugging at her

while, she thought he was

make the

to contribute, set about tending

blessing, she mused, a happiness

tranquility, thoughts of future investments flitted through

and restaurant were a testament

occasional forays into film making, content in

who Lived a happy life was

recalled the past at night and felt much

night wore on, hunger

he returned, a bowl of beef bone soup in

beef

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on the small tea table, Waylen watched her with a tender intensity, an unspoken

about food, but the one made by him was

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