Just before dawn, Savannah finally recovered herself. She was tired, but not sleepy any longer. She put on a coat, quietly left the room, and went downstairs.
The house had a small front yard. There were perennials, shrubs, and vines growing in the yard when her parents were still here. The mild summer tinted it an even richer green. When Dylan bought the house back for her, he planted the same green plants as before, and he also brought more attractive pot flowers.
The air was filled with a sweet scent.
Taking a deep breath of the air, Savannah walked to the swing in the yard and sat on it. From this angle, she would see Dylan for the first time when he came to pick her up.
She looked down at her belly and touched it slowly, murmuring, "baby, let's wait for your dad to come to pick us up, okay?"
The baby kicked her slightly bulged belly as if in response.
