Avery leaned against the cool glass. Behind her was the quiet night of the presidential house, sprinkled with star lights.

Avery's brunette hair was on her beautiful back and neck languishing. She tilted her head to look at Evan.

Evan stood beside her and reached out his hands to wipe her tears, "I didn't give them to you first because I sent them to testing. How can I watch you be a guinea pig with some unknown drugs?"

Avery slightly opened her rosy lips due to surprise. She didn't expect to hear that.

But it was all over Evan to test it. He did test the drugs Charles gave her too.

"And the result?"

"It contains multiple herbs. It is harmless to the human body except for the tiny lead."

Evan curled his fingers and moved down on Avery's tearful cheek.

"You stupid girl, if anything should happen to you, how would I live on my own? Your life is mine. No one would dare to take it without my consent."

"Sometimes, it doesn't necessarily work out."

Evan looked at her like she was a terminal patient.

"Avery, it's not like you at all. I don't know what you're afraid of. But whatever it is, I'll keep your company in life or in death. You don't have to doubt it."

Avery was shocked by his serious look. It was like he would follow her steps if she was gone one day.

Avery felt this extreme pain in her heart, thinking if he found out why the drugs meant so much to her one day, he would find it harder to accept than she was.

Avery was relieved, and the thing she kept struggling with had an answer. Maybe he couldn't forget to get what didn't belong to her.

Or maybe it wasn't necessarily a dead-end...

So she reached out to Evan, "I'm tired. Hold me to the bed."

Evan picked Avery up easily. The door was busted. He held her up to the next room. Then he wiped her face with a towel and pulled the quilt to lie with her.

Evan lay on his side, his hand supporting his head, kept looking at her belly.

Every time Evan looked like this, Avery felt he was about to do something.

As it turned out, he got to the bottom of her dress with his warm hand and moved up along his thigh.

Avery slightly shook. The feeling was deja-vu. His touch made her itchy, and it went all the way up from her feet until he stopped at her belly.

"You..."

Avery was about to ask what he had in mind. Evan leaned over and kissed her. His lip touched hers. Evan bit hers and whispered.

"Do you mind if I say something to it?"

Em, he did say he would try to like the baby.

Avery gave him an encouraging smile, "Go ahead."

Evan then pulled the quilt away and sat down solemnly.

"You look like you're in the middle of a meeting."

Avery held back the laughter. Evan looked like he was ready to seal hundreds of millions of dollars.

"He'd better listen."

It was the same order tone. It was like the only tone he knew to others.

Avery held Evan's hand and reminded him, "Evan, be nice to him as you promised!"

Evan held back here's to assure her. Then he cleared his throat, "Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle all the way..."

Avery burst out laughing.

"Hahaha..." Avery bent over to laugh. She could sense Evan's hurt look behind her back. But she couldn't control herself. She was shaking because she kept laughing. Her belly was suddenly kicked.

She hurried to sit back and faced Evan, "I like it."

She held his hands to put on her belly.

The baby kicked her belly again. Avery held Evan's hands so tightly again, "He likes it too."

Evan held Avery in his arms so she could lean on his chest, "Am I not a good singer? Why are you laughing?"

Avery shakes her head as she laughs, "You're so cute, you know?"

Evan had a good voice. But it sounded different to hear a child's song from him.

He probably only learned it once or twice. He didn't even stay on the tune. No wonder he was reluctant to sing to the baby.

"I don't know that."

"It's okay. The baby likes it..."

"Do you?"

Evan's voice was hot and low. He whispered in her ears and her earlobes got hot. Avery insisted, "Does it matter that I like?"

"A lot. You laughed," Evan said seriously, "you're having a good laugh. The doctor said the anxiety could get eased through doing something you enjoy."

Avery didn't know what to say, "Evan, you're the one with anxiety."

Why did she become the one with anxiety?

"If you and the baby like my singing, I'll learn morn songs?"

Avery didn't know what to say.

She leaned in his arms and fell to sleep, hearing his story. Although Evan didn't admit, Avery thought he would make a terrific father.

The next morning, Avery turned aside in a daze. She wanted to get in Evan's arms as a habit. But she felt nothing...

Avery opened her eyes. Evan's side was empty. He was already up.

The maid heard the footsteps. She knew Avery was up and hurried to come in, "Miss Peters, your phone kept ringing earlier. Mr. Howel asked me to mute it so you could get more sleep."

Then she handed the phone over to Avery.

"Where's he?"

Avery asked. She looked down, and it was Gabby's number.

"Mr. Howel is in the kitchen. He said he would cook you breakfast..."

Avery dialed back, hearing the noises downstairs. She heard her mother complaining at first. The toast was too dry, and the salad had too much dressing. Or the milk was too sweet.

"Olivia's there too. She and Mr. Howel fight over getting you breakfast."

The maid explained. This was the first time she knew people fought over making breakfast.

Avery knew the fight was all her mother fighting alone. She could only hear her voice in the kitchen.

She heard it said the number she dialed had stopped service.

Avery frowned. She started a video chat on Facebook, and soon she heard Gabby's voice, "Avery, is my phone service cut?"

"Em..."

"Damn, I'm out of phone traffic too..."

After Jackson got rid of her phone, he gave her a new one. She only had 60 minutes of free call and 500MB. The charge on her phone was zero.

It was a scam!

"Keep it short?"

"Oh, I'm phoning to tell you Charles's mother agreed on the op."