Christopher Robinson did not dare to say that he had a dream where everything was an illusion.
He seemed to be a severe psychiatric patient who had fantasized about a perfect world.
Amelia Cobb was the protagonist in this dream.
The child was also an illusion.
But these things could not be said.
It was too cruel to rely on a pregnant woman, who couldn't sleep due to discomfort, for comfort.
The man looked down at her, holding her cheek as if it were a precious treasure and kissed it: "I can't sleep."
"Yeah, I hope he'll come out soon."
She had only felt this eagerness during her morning sickness.
The man gently kissed her forehead: "He will come out when it's time."
In the study, Mr. Robinson held his wife on his lap, one hand encircling her waist and the other slowly stroking her belly.
He took the book from her hand: "Stop reading about pregnancy knowledge."
"You bought it," Mrs. Robinson reminded him.
