Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Gilbert frowned, showing his reluctance. "You know how I feel about street food. It's just not clean."

Sherilyn said with a pleading look. "Just this time, please? I've got a real craving today."

"Alright, fine."

Gilbert gave in, remembering the old wives' tale that if a pregnant woman craves something, you have to let her have it. Otherwise, she'd hold it against you forever, bringing it up as a grievance at every chance.

He couldn't bear the thought of Sherilyn feeling that way.

Taking her hand, they headed towards the convenience store, with Gilbert reminding, "Just a little, okay?"

"Got it!"

As they turned, Caroline stood before them.

"Caroline," Gilbert was taken aback. "What are you doing here?"

"Just around," Caroline replied with a forced smile, clearly feeling left out. Was she invisible to him now that Sherilyn was all he could see?

Suddenly, Sherilyn let go of his hand, making Gilbert worry she was upset again. "Sherilyn?"

"Go talk. Abel can come with me," Sherilyn said brightly, nodding toward Abel.

"You're not mad?"

touched her face, seeking

many times do I have to tell you?" Sherilyn rolled her eyes, tossing her

you, Ms.

"So, she's here to see you

Gilbert's expression darkened.

measured gaze. "Don't talk about

all over

one last time.

choosing his next words. "What I owe you has nothing to do with my

Caroline

...

from the store, biting into a hot dog that burst

a small, amused smile

slightly, swallowing before responding,

"Really?"

hand, taking one

"Hey!"

was all you