He patiently wrote it again. I flipped through it again and found that there was a cute illustration drawn with red pen on the first page. The illustration was sunny and energetic, although it was very good.
But Kevin would never allow this to happen. I could even imagine how angry he would be. But the dry notebook looked like it had been drawn for a long time.
There was a noise outside the door and Kevin came in a short while later.
I cleared my head and closed the notebook.
He came over with a plastic bag in his hand. There were two newly bought rags in it.
"What do you want this for?"
"Do the housework."
After a pause, I said again. "I always feel that our home is... messy."
Kevin looked at the tidy living room and said nothing.
Everyone knew that Kevin was a famous cleanliness freak. Wherever he was, it was always spotless. But when I look at my home, I always feel that everything was dirty.
At night, Kevin fell asleep. I couldn't sleep.
I sat on the sofa and stared at the five handprints on the window in a daze. I wiped those five fingerprints all night.
Kevin left in the morning. I heard that he had something to do in the lab.
Before leaving, I called Kevin.
"Can I go with you?"
"We've been together for so long, but I haven't been to your lab yet."
Kevin nodded calmly.
Getting in the car, he fastened my seat belt considerately.
"You didn't take folic acid, did you?"
I shook my head.
Does he really want this child?
The next second, Kevin handed me the bottle of folic acid. I didn't say anything and ate it with water.
The lab was not far from here.
Kevin swiped the access control and took me in.
Contrary to his quiet appearance, Kevin's lab was particularly noisy.
"Professor Zuckerberg! You're here! Have you eaten? I made it myself!"
Lucy stuffed a piece of pastry into Kevin's mouth. She even stood on tiptoe to wipe the corner of Kevin's mouth.
"I don't like sweets, so you don't need to bring me any more."
"Oh."
Kevin didn't eat any sweets, but he didn't spit out the pastry in his mouth.
"Professor Zuckerberg, what do you like..."
Several students poked Lucy. Only then did she notice me behind the door.
"Mrs. Zuckerberg!" she shouted excitedly.
Lucy immediately put her arm around me and enthusiastically led me in.
"Mrs. Zuckerberg, why are you here? Let me help you change clothes? Mrs. Zuckerberg, try the breakfast I made! Professor Zuckerberg is really not lucky."