Disdain

"Is everything alright?" Aina asked with a tinge of worry.

Leonel grinned. "It's just fine."

"Are you sure?"

Leonel couldn't help but laugh. Aina wouldn't usually be worried about such trivial things. It seemed that she was starting to see the world differently already.

"Okay, I promise to let you come with me from now on. So long as you stay a step behind, of course."

Aina rolled her eyes. "What is this, the 1900s?"

"I seem to remember someone quite liked pretending it was the 1900s in bed."

Aina looked aghast. "Not with the baby listening!"

Leonel was left speechless before he erupted into another fit of laughter. The baby didn't even have ears yet, let alone comprehend language.

Given that Aina was taking the slow route with them, they would take even longer to develop. It probably wouldn't be until two years later that there was an even visible baby bump on Aina.