Chapter 4

Mom still got her organic smoothies.

She took pictures of it from every angle, posting a nine-grid photo collage to her Instagram account:

“Thanks to my wonderful Thomas for buying me this special smoothie! My son will definitely make it into my womb now!”

She promised to take good care of her health and soon give my father the son he needed to carry on the Cross name.

In the comments, some people congratulated her, while others weren’t so kind.

“Aren’t you almost 60? Why go through all this?”

“No offense, but your husband’s 62 too. There’s no way the kid will be healthy at your age.”

Mom, furious, blocked them and swore she’d give birth to a healthy son.

I quietly liked the post and turned off my phone.

This was only the beginning.