While Emma Smith was looking at the crib, Robert Thomson shamelessly stretched out his arm, wrapped it around her waist, and leaned in. She was so focused on the baby stuff that she didn't even respond.
When Tommy was still in her belly, she never picked these things out. After he was born, she couldn't afford to buy him anything like baby cribs or toys. Thomas Smith had always slept next to her.
"Which one do you think looks good?" Emma looked at the cribs and suddenly raised her head, brushing against Robert's cheek. He felt her soft lips touch his face, and his heart jumped with joy. He hugged her and kissed her deeply: "All of them look good!"
Emma frowned immediately, unhappy with his sneaky behavior. As she was about to push him away, her big toe suddenly cramped. She felt a soreness and pain in her calf, and she blurted out, "Ouch!"
"What's wrong?" Robert rushed to her side to support her. Her face turned pale, and she shook her head: "Nothing."
