บท 67: Chapter 67

Mark flushed with contentment. Then he cleared his throat. “Lotte is due late August and I know Jason wants to take time off once the baby arrives, so this is perfect timing.”

“Ah, right. I saw her in town the other day and she looked radiant. She didn’t think so, but I mean, pregnant women rarely see their own beauty.”

They moved to the master bedroom that Francis was finally starting to call his room. He’d been living there for a week now and his friends would arrive the next day, but he’d confessed it still felt weird to be there.

“It’s not like they’re using the room, Francis,” Mark said when Francis stood in the middle of the room, looking at the old wallpaper and the spots where a couple of pictures had hung on the wall before being moved to the downstairs bedroom.

“I know. It’s just weird.” Francis went and sat on the edge of the bed. “It feels like I’m living with my parents and can’t wait to get their room so I’ve shoved them downstairs while I wait for them to die.”