Misunderstandings

Breakfast was served, and a family of four gathered at the table, enjoying a hearty meal. The smell of pancakes and freshly brewed coffee filled the air as laughter and chatter echoed through the room. The sun streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow over the scene.

As Irie piped up in her innocent little voice, “Mommy, when will we meet our little brother?” Scovia, nearly choked on her juice as she turned to look at her husband, Aiden, with a perplexed expression.

Aiden, sensing the tension in the air, was confused by the sudden shift in his wife’s demeanor. “Tell me, who is she?” Scovia asked, her grip on the knife tightening unconsciously.

Aiden raised an eyebrow, trying to make sense of the situation. “What do you mean, who?” he asked, genuinely confused by the situation unfolding before him.

“Stop pretending,” Scovia snapped, her gaze piercing. “Who is she?” The tone in her voice raised alarm bells in Aiden’s mind.