She clicked her tongue in his arms, taking a long while before she spoke.
His broad hands stroked her soft hair, over and over again.
For a long time, Sylvan Cheney almost thought she had tired herself out and fallen asleep because the air had suddenly fallen silent.
But, she stirred in his embrace and said softly, "You big liar, did you know I had a baby, your…"
Her voice was soft, yet clear—Sylvan heard every word distinctly.
She must be drunk, otherwise... she wouldn't say these things.
Only when drunk do people lose their inhibitions and speak their deepest thoughts.
She lay on his chest, her small hands clenched tightly around his clothes, eyes closed, mouth clicking.
"I went to the hospital many times, and the doctor told me the baby was healthy. I even saw him in the ultrasound, so small. However, the doctor wouldn't tell me if it was a boy or a girl, but I think it's a girl, because I like girls…"
"The baby was so naughty, liked to kick me, such a troublemaker…"
