Ian was holding my hand anxiously, his eyes bloodshot. "Morgan, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? Please don't leave me, okay?"
I was shocked to touch my stomach, pinching the report and reading it several times before I confirmed that it was all true.
The little life in my belly seemed to flick.
Ian also touched my belly and said almost pleadingly, "Morgan, can you bear the baby to be born without a father? Let's continue to live well, okay?"
I closed my eyes and didn't push him away again, tears flowing down the corners of my eyes.
Perhaps the baby came here to ask me to give him another chance.
Ian really changed.
He began to work hard and often caught a plane back to accompany me at midnight, even though he was very busy.
He would study parenting knowledge carefully and even make nutritious meals for me.
We tacitly did not mention Julia again.
He tried to give me a sense of security with his actions.
I knew he was pleasing me deliberately, even making up for me, but I couldn't help but soften my heart.
That day, I got up and saw him sleeping on the sofa again, holding his phone tightly in his hand, which was a baby's photo synthesized with our pictures by the software.