"Then what about me?" His heart pounded stormily while waiting for her answer as though his ticker was trying to rip itself apart from its cage.
The woman lifted her chin from gazing at the little angel and looked towards the vast blue sky as fluffy clouds floated past as a result of the gentle breeze. Her long brown hair was blown innocently by the wind, messing with her already nicely combed hair.
"If... If you wish to... pull out from being his father, I shall respect your wish."
Unsatisfied with the answer, he pressed her again with another question. "But what about you? What do you think about me?"
"Me?" She turned to face him with a surprised tone before changing her view back to that of the garden. "I can't force you to do something if you're not willing to do so."