My Baby’s Daddy

Jasper looked at him. “Wasting food is bad.” Willow chuckled. ‘So, you’ll eat any leftovers?”

Jasper answered, “Only yours.” Willow felt a little accomplished seeing that he wasn’t averse to eating her leftovers. She picked up a vegetable skewer and bit down on it. I love this feeling.

While everyone was taking a break, Yosemite feigned exhaustion. ‘Man, my back hurts. I’m exhausted. I have to lie down.” “Get some rest, Yosemite,” a lady said.

Yosemite pretended to be drunk and wobbled as he got up. Another team member held him, but he waved them down and shuffled toward his tent. The moment he got into his tent, the dazed look in his eyes disappeared. The spy whipped out his laptop and plugged in a portable Wi-Fi device, then he logged into his account and saw a few messages for him.

He sent the correspondent some photos of the copper item shards. They were online too, and they texted, ‘Looks like something between the tenth and thirteenth century. Guess you found the right place.”

the shipwreck is, Yosemite said. He wasn’t even

was shocked. He thought he would just have

the search for an artifact. If anything goes wrong, we might come home without a single shard of the item. Moreover, you’re out on the open sea. It belongs to no nation. If we get there

‘We won’t hurt you, of course, but if any of your team members try to stop us, well, I make no guarantees, said the correspondent. It was at thinly veiled

an antique smuggler, but he didn’t know he had the mafia backing him up. Scared, he quickly shut his laptop, his mind plunged into chaos. After all, he was still one of the nation’s archeologists. All he wanted was to make some quick cash,

back of his head, regretting his actions, but it was too late. He had told them their location. Regret

including Willow who yawned. Her eyelids were starting to droop, and she leaned on Jasper. “I’m going into the tent. Don’t stay out too late. I