A few days after the good news, as a result of discussions with her parents, Mary's pregnancy was made public for the time being.
First put Mary and her belly child first, turn to the doctor's judgment, and set up a grand venue commensurate with the announcement when permission is given. Of course, we have a good day to announce... and it will be natural and ahead of us.
Until then, tell only those who are close and those who look after themselves. Naturally, after laying down the mantra. Though inside a trustworthy mansion, the Albert family has been in and out of people intensely since normal times, and even if they're unwilling to divulge it, the story can spread.
But the problem is those whom Mary is close to.
If you make the wrong choice here, it would be natural to publish it.
"I didn't expect you to share it with me after that thought. I'm honored."
It was Roberto who smiled and nodded so calmly.
Mary and Addy, and he alone, are in the one room provided.
Mary, who cut out the story, nodded once and stroked a fluffy cushion laid on both sides of herself.
"I see, so if my stupid brother had done it recently, he would have bought a cushion and buried Mary. I was wondering if this had anything to do with Mary's memory of her previous life."
"I don't have any memories of my past life buried in a cushion."
To Roberto's words, Mary gives them back by saying they are too tight.
"This is rude," he apologizes and laughs joyfully, so he is still an inedible man.
"These cushions are just worrying about your brother. There are countless more cushions in my room, and when I show you the gaps, I'll roll them in a blanket."
If Mary complained about Addy's overprotections at all, she responded with serious eyes that Addy was sitting next to her "not enough yet". On the contrary, they hang warm knees beneath Mary's feet.
This will take the blanket out of nowhere when left alone and gently wrap Mary around it. If I hit the lead and told him "it's okay," the kneecap was added instead.
"So, I want your brothers to never tell me about this."
"Aren't you going to tell Master Lang and Master Lucien?
"If those two found out, the whole country would have already found out."
"Sure. You'll make a fuss if you find out, and it's no different than publishing it."
"You must be thrilled to make a fuss and throw a party three days and three nights."
"If you're bad, you can wind up downtown and open a parade. I see you making a fuss like an idiot. Whoa, excuse me for saying 'like an idiot'. I don't think so."
Roberto nods and acknowledges, whilst rumbling what he does not think is against the Lord.
Apparently, what Mary is trying to say. And he seemed to understand what would happen if his brothers found out.
Good, and Mary exhaled in relief. I feel like I shouldn't have done better about rumbling, but let's hear it's not about me.
"But Master Mary, too, it will be hard not to pass on the good news to you two. Even if those two deserve it, I'm guessing in Mary's chest."
"Thanks. But, well, as far as I'm concerned, 'I told Roberto, so be it'."
"I was wondering if you'd like to think of us in bulk."
Are you dissatisfied with being considered the same as Lang and Lucien, with wrinkles between Roberto's brows? A neat face, but only now is the dissatisfaction fully extruded.
But in the next moment, he put his expression back into the cool one based on his expression and smiled softly. Squeeze the eyes of the rusty slice and bow your head deeply. My hair of the same color fell off sharply.
"Dear Mary, congratulations on this one"
Roberto's voice deep and calm.
The voice also has the colour of the celebration to the Albert family serving as a lineage, but also the colour of the celebration as Roberto individual to Mary, who has treated her as long as her sister. Courtesy, and warm family love.
"As one who serves the Albert family, as one individual, there is no greater joy. I'm sure the bell will ring lighter than ever."
"Oh, my God, you're floating, too."
Mary accidentally raises her voice to Roberto's remarks.
A few of the maids and users who informed me of this good news also said "the sound of the bell", but I never thought I would even mention Roberto. I thought he was calm from day to day and had nothing to do with floating statements.
But in retrospect, when Mary's child was only a fantasy, didn't he say, "I want to be called uncle"? That statement was quite floating, even if it was the result of some booze and stirred up by the runoff between Lang and Lucien.
I can't imagine much from a calmly sedentary normal figure, but Roberto is happy when he's happy, and sometimes when he floats. Even more so if that's the good news in you.
"Surprisingly, I'm glad you're so happy. Thanks."
Somehow Roberto looked at Addy with an unexpected look on his face, if Mary pulled it off with a tickle that alternated with no lightness and joy. The two faces across the street are somewhat alike, just like brothers.
Roberto exhaled deeply after they exchanged silent glances. Hide the surprising colors of the earlier days and turn back to Mary with her usual calm squire look.
"As Mary said, I've had some good news."
"It's so white, but I don't know what it is right now."
"Never mind. If you become a new husband and a new kindred, I will also make a floating statement."
"Right. Uncle Roberto."
Roberto coughed with Cohon if Mary laughed and told him she was a nigga. Apparently, I admit I'm floating around, but this topic is a bad one.
Roberto pounded Addy's chest gently with a pong, restraining her to forgive Mary, who laughed with Niyaniya.
It's their only trick, but I guess this is a celebration from brother to brother. His expression is also clear. Though he looks on his face, he hasn't hidden the mean-spirited color somewhat.
I didn't know I could worship your child's face.
"Oh, my God, the look on his face."
"No, I'm impressed as a brother. I can't believe that Addy, in her single-minded time with Mary, made her so stubborn that she even told her parents," Give up my child. "
"Oh, I told you. And I said," Unless my brother lives in a human heart, that's all our lineage is. "
"Oh, let me ask you what that means."
Roberto adds to the grin and stuffs it to Addy.
In response, Addy also had an invincible grin to respond to and said back, "That's the place," he said.
What a rough interaction. Might look like we're not close to each other. Most importantly, this rough interaction is arguably the best way to get along.
This ill-spirited tearing of Roberto is also a celebration, and Addy naturally understands that. Odd, I guess a decent interaction takes place while we're alone and even drinking.
Mary accidentally put her hand on her stomach and whispered, "Your father and uncle are evil spirits."
Celebrating Mary's pregnancy, and dropping off Roberto, who was leaving in a handful saying, "I will prepare a warm drink," Mary exhaled deeply.
I knew Roberto would be pleased. But even if I know that, I get nervous telling someone.
Exhaling relieved, the flutter and kneecap rode one more knee. It's Addy, of course.
"No more knees."
"Then let me bring you a cushion"
"Now you're going to bury the Albert family with a cushion. My dear boy, you live not in the Albert house, but in the fuzzy cushion house."
"Well, I haven't bought that much...... By the way, I'm just going out. They got what they were ordering, so I'll take it."
Shit and Addy get up.
What a whitey attitude. Mary stared at him and asked, with suspicious eyes, "What did you order?"
Addy deflects his gaze openly. Rusty eyes swim unnaturally and mouth a deluded word that has no guidelines as to whether it is "eh" or "its".
That's how when I get close to the door of the room, I say, "Okay, I'm coming," and I leave. It is an unanswered and endless escape.
"Cushion, that one went to buy a cushion."
Mary rubbed her stomach as she sighed.
Addy, who returned, had two cushions.
... but Mary couldn't even mention it, let alone greet her with a prank of "I knew it".
Anyway, there's an unfamiliar girl under Addy's feet. He leans perfectly against him and grabs the hem of his swallow tail suit, looking around anxiously.
Eyes of the same color on rusty hair. She's still an unbearable girl.
Is he about five years old? The outfit is all dirty with a lot of qualities and a small pochette is lowered from the shoulder, but it also has dirt stains.
Mary blinked unexpectedly at an unexpected visitor. Watch the girl alternate with Addy with the teacup in one hand.
"Addy, welcome back. What kid is that?
"Eh, this kid is..."
Addy's response to Mary asking what's going on is a lot poorly toothed. When I put the cushion on my desk, the confusion also scratched my head in the open.
Rusty hair is scratched and shaken in a mess. I have the same hair color as the girl.
such Addy, the girl at his feet looked up anxiously with rusty eyes as she grabbed the hem of the swallow tail suit,
"O (...) father (...) n (...), where are we...?
And he asked in a fine voice.