Chapter 187 The Fallen Tree Trunk

• It felt as though time was flying by. On Saturday morning, Paul grappled with the realization that he would be alone again tomorrow. While lying next to him, I rubbed my stomach, hoping to feel something. Observing my actions, Paul began rubbing my stomach as well.
• You've made me one happy man," he whispered as he leaned in to kiss my stomach. "My gut tells me it's a boy," he smiled.
• Playing with his hair as he maintained his position, I casually remarked, "If it is a boy, then you're on babysitting duty until he comes of age." Somehow, as I said that, every drop of my blood seemed to concur with Paul that it was indeed a boy.