She didn't want to pay any more attention to Nash, ready to leave. Just as she turned, she caught Nash looking at her.

He said, "It'll be ready soon. Are you hungry?"

Nina halted her steps, facing him squarely. "I only care about when you're leaving," she replied.

Nash evaded the question, saying, "We'll eat in ten minutes."

Nina saw him turn away, focusing on the dish he was preparing, evidently avoiding addressing her question.

Ten minutes later, Nash emerged with a small pot of chicken soup. Placing it on the table, he wiped his hands with a towel and looked at Nina. "Come over, it's ready," he said.

observed the chicken soup Nash had meticulously prepared for two hours, sticking to the pregnancy recipe.

took a seat opposite him. Nash lifted the lid off the pot, releasing steam infused with the savory scent

of them in the room

dipped the soup ladle into the pot. "I noticed you were following a pregnancy recipe earlier," she

Cooking wasn't challenging, but preparing such a substantial dish for the first time was a new experience for him. "I made some for you," he said, spooning some soup

having an abortion. She chuckled lightly. "So, have you come to terms with it?" Nash paused, his gaze shifting to her belly,

eager you were about me getting an abortion before. Why

to Miranda. Did you put anything

that day, only Miranda had visited him, and the contraceptive pills were intended for

expression shifted, his gaze turning

stared back

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