Chapter 971 Dreaming of It Even in One’s Sleep

Chapter 971 Dreaming of It Even in One’s Sleep

Sebastian went to the detective division to pick up his wife. "Wave goodbye, see you, let's go."

On the way back, Molly insisted on driving and wrestled with Sebastian for the car keys at the entrance.

"Traffic's heavy during rush hour. I drive faster," Sebastian said.

Molly wasn't having it. "Am I here to pick you up from work, or am I here to drop off the car?"

Picking up her husband meant she was the driver.

Dropping off the car meant he was the driver.

Two completely different things.

"Sebastian, I'm warning you — don't make me mad." Molly pointed at her belly as a threat.

Sebastian smiled, glanced at his wife's stomach, and handed her the keys with a calm smile. He opened the driver's door. "Get in."

Molly happily climbed in.

Sebastian went around to the passenger side.

As they pulled out, they spotted Scott's car right at the entrance.

Marigold was getting out of the passenger seat, and Scott rushed out to grab her arm. The two of them seemed to be saying something. Molly, curious, barely pressed the gas and craned her neck to watch.

In the passenger seat, Sebastian took a deep breath to steady himself. He rested one hand on the bottom of the steering wheel, keeping an eye on the road for his wife.

"Sebastian, Sebastian, look — they look like they're fighting..." Molly said, one hand on the wheel and the other pointing out the window. Then she turned to look at her husband.

Sebastian's eyes were fixed straight ahead, his hand making small adjustments to the wheel.

Molly looked down, saw that large hand on the steering wheel, and immediately sat up straight. She gripped the wheel with both hands and stared directly ahead, no longer looking around.

Sure enough, they hit rush hour traffic and crawled along at a snail's pace.

"What were you calling me about during the day?"

Molly launched into her story with great emotion, telling Sebastian everything she'd heard from Susan earlier that day.

When she finished, Sebastian was a little surprised. "Vera didn't throw a punch this time, and you actually held back too?"

"I did not hold back! The only reason Vera couldn't do anything was because she was holding Teddy — you know how big that kid is. She couldn't hold him with one arm, she had to wrap both arms around him." Molly kept venting on the road. "And Patrick yelled at me today. Are you going to stand up for me or not?"

"What did Patrick yell at you about?"

"I was driving with one hand and he told me to use both."

Sebastian had nothing to say to that. There was really no way to take her side on this one.

The car inched forward. The streetlights all flickered on at once, brightening the inside of the car.

She went on to tell Sebastian about Randall, and shared how Vera's exam prep was going. "Vera's under a lot of pressure and getting irritable. She says she can't memorize the case analysis stuff. I heard Patrick bought her a ton of supplements, and every day while she studies, he prepares meals and snacks for her."

Sebastian leaned his elbow on the window frame, hand resting just below his nose, with a quiet smile. Watching the traffic, he gently reminded her, "Ease off a bit — keep some distance from the car ahead."

The two chatted about things at home. "Sebastian, I have a prenatal checkup this week. Will you..."

"I already put in for the day off," Sebastian said.

Molly nodded happily. "Teddy also needs his vaccinations this week. We missed it last week with everything going on. So this week I have my checkup and he gets his shots — two of them again. Vera can't wait."

Sebastian looked at his wife's belly and said with a smile, "I'm also looking forward to hearing this little one cry during vaccinations someday."

Later, because people kept cutting in front of Molly and her skills weren't quite up to it, she got fed up and threw her hands up. "Sebastian, you take over."

In the middle of the gridlock, they switched seats. Sebastian drove with one hand, holding Molly's hand with the other.

The road didn't clear up for another half hour, and then Sebastian floored it to get home.

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Susan had also received her "punishment" from Randall and left with a pout, reluctantly stepping into the elevator.

"Randall, I won't be coming over this weekend," Susan said.

Randall asked, "A few kisses and you're giving me the cold shoulder? This isn't like earlier in the year when you were complaining I never kissed you enough."

"No, no, that's not it." Susan quickly explained. "I want to go home and see my parents. I miss them. I'll go straight to the airport after school on Friday and be back Sunday."

Randall said, "Why go through all that trouble."

He put his arm around Susan and headed to the underground parking lot. "Bring your luggage Friday morning. I'll drive you."

"I knew you'd offer. Randall, gas money isn't free, you know? And highway tolls aren't cheap either. Plus every time you come to my place you bring all these expensive gifts. Stop spending so much money."

Randall looked at this sweet, clueless girl. "Look how much you've earned for me — this is nothing. Susan, when you're in a relationship, you can't always put the other person first. You need to think about yourself more."

"But Randall was already putting me first before we were even together," Susan muttered quietly.

Randall found the car, started it, and casually asked, "When did I ever put you first?"

Susan stood by the car door. "You compromised with your uncle because of me. You gave up your dream."

Randall turned to look at his girlfriend and said simply, "You're silly. Get in. I'll take you home."

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On the way back, they passed by the food street.

When Susan got home, she was carrying a bag with a hot dog and some fried chicken. "Grandpa, don't brush your teeth yet — I brought something good!"

Shawn came downstairs in his pajamas, beaming. "I'll just brush them again after. No big deal."

He looked at the two little boxes, grinning like a happy old kid, and declared once again with full confidence: "Susan, you really are the most devoted child in this family."

Cindy walked out of the yoga room, sipping water and smiling warmly at the old man and the young girl. Sometimes she wanted to eat too, but she had to watch her figure — middle age had arrived, and she wanted to still be graceful when she was old.

Vincent looked at his wife's figure. "You look just like you did when I first met you."

Cindy gave her husband a playful look. "With Teddy not home these past few days, I've really missed him."

Vincent sighed too. "Cindy, let's go to Cherry Villa tomorrow. We can bring Vera back too. Or if nothing else, at least bring Teddy home."

Noah, who had been helping take care of the baby, had gone back to school. Before boarding, he held his nephew and breathed him in deeply, over and over, before reluctantly leaving.

Vera watched the uncle-nephew bond and said, "Noah, Teddy is just way too little — if he were even a bit older, I'd absolutely pack him up and send him to you."

After his uncle left, Teddy was looked after by his maternal grandparents, which meant his paternal aunt and uncle had been dreaming about him every night.

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On Friday morning,

Randall called his mother bright and early again. "Mom, I'm going to visit Susan's parents with her. What else should I bring?"

Cindy sighed. "You're going to empty out your mother's brain completely."