CHAPTER 150

AUTHOR'S POV

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

"Stop throwing that thing around. Don't make me ask again," Edwina snapped at her son, her growing irritation getting the best of her. 

"It's called a water gun, mummy. And I'm not throwing it around, I am just shooting down my enemies," Noah responded, not even abashed in the slightest. 

Edwina narrowed her eyes at her fast growing, very playful and evasive son, but Noah ignored her and continued to shoot spurts of water around the house. 

Some landed on the floor closer to Edwina, and the woman decided that she had had enough. 

"I swear if I catch you I'm going to…" she started to say as she stood up from her relaxing chair with the intention to chase her son and take the water gun from him. 

But her steadily growing stomach prevented her from taking even a step towards the mischievous boy, and Noah laughed with delight as he witnessed his mother's self afflicted drama.