By admin Hearing my husband’s inner voice Ch 7
Mike was inexperienced.
I didn’t get out of bed until the sun was high in the sky.
Mike made me breakfast.
They were the purple sweet potato and yam balls I’d made yesterday, though his looked like lumps.
Looking at that handsome face across from me, I ate with great pleasure.
In our three years of marriage, we’d always gone our separate ways during the holidays.
Unless we had business cooperation, we wouldn’t even sit at the same table to eat.
But this year was different.
After eating, I had a sudden idea and pulled Mike outside to build snowmen.
Before going out, Mike wrapped his scarf tightly around me.
I gave him a glare: “We have plenty of scarves at home, why share?”
But I still went to my room and brought a scarf for Mike too.
Though I wasn’t young anymore, I still had girlish whims.
The pink scarf around Mike’s neck made his fair skin look even more beautiful.
I gave him several jealous glances.
Being fair-skinned was nice.
I was a bit envious.
I’d make him build several snowmen for me later.
They needed to be as handsome as him.
My hometown was in a southern province, and I only moved north with my family for business.
I’d barely seen snow before, let alone built snowmen.
Mike was quite skilled at it.
Soon, he had built two large snowmen and one small one.
They looked exactly like a family of three.
Mike took the scarf from his neck and hung it on the smaller snowman.
He picked up two small twigs from the ground and stuck them on the snowman’s head, making them look like two little pigtails.
He turned to look at me, his face slightly red.
I knew he wanted my scarf, but I teased him deliberately: “Why are you looking at me? Want to have a snowball fight?”
With that, I rolled up a sizable snowball and threw it at him.
But I’d rarely played in snow before, so my aim was off. I accidentally hit a little girl standing behind Mike.
She was wearing a pink scarf with two pigtails on the back of her head.
Immediately, her eyes turned red.
Mike turned around at that moment.
I was about to apologize when the little girl glared at me, rushed over, and threw herself into Mike’s arms, calling out very aggrievedly:
“Brother Mike!”
That’s when I realized the girl looked familiar.
She seemed to be Mike’s childhood sweetheart—Emma.
Mike’s study had many family photos, which I’d seen a few times, including Emma.
Today was New Year’s, and the snow was falling especially heavily.
The people from the photos were now embracing tightly in the snow.
I tilted my head to look at the small snowman decorated with a pink scarf and made to look pretty.
My nose stung inexplicably.
Just then, I heard Mike’s thoughts again:
[It’s so cold, why did Emma come out?]
[In this freezing weather, especially while she’s pregnant.]
Emma is pregnant?
Whose child is it?