Chapter 115. Pasta

Emery’s POV

The doctor allowed Gabriel to go home since he doesn’t have any complications. I was so thankful that his head didn’t hit the floor too much although he got a bruise.

“Momma, ice cream!” Gabriel pointed at the ice cream shop outside the hospital. I was carrying him when he saw the store.

“I’ll get him one.”

A deafening silence filled us after Terrence said those words. He said it so casually and I felt a pinch in my heart because of it. He thought Gabriel was our kid and I couldn’t tell him that we had no kid. That I was unable to bear a child two years ago because of stress and depression. That until now, I’m scared of the possibility that I’m still not able to conceive. I want to tell him. So badly, but not now. Not in front of someone else.

“You’ll buy me ice cream?” Gabriel asked happily. He smiled, showing his incomplete teeth.

I groaned. “Baby, you can’t have too many sweets in a day. Look at your teeth.”

He gasped a