If she didn't satisfy her craving, she couldn't get through the day.

She lifted her head, about to speak, but her words died on her lips when she saw two adults and a child sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Dad, Mom, Jerrold, you're all here."

Brenda smiled and patted the seat beside her, pulling Lilah's hand to make her sit down.

"I heard from the housekeeper. Gerard is really something. No matter how busy he is with work, he should find time to take you out for a traditional Chinese hotpot meal instead of letting you go alone."

"I didn't think of it either. I thought having a nutritionist at home would mean you could eat whatever you wanted, but eating at home isn't the same as eating out. Next time, just tell me what you want, and I'll go with you, okay?"

Lilah was surprised halfway through Brenda's words.

"Mom, you're not upset that I'm sneaking spicy hotpot while pregnant?"

“Why would I be?"

Brenda leaned back, studying Lilah.

"It's normal to have cravings. They say cravings can hint at the baby's gender, like sour for boys and spicy for girls. When I was pregnant with Gerard, I couldn't eat anything without something sour, right?"

Brenda nudged Richard, the respected elder, who nodded with a smile, his voice full of nostalgia.

"Yes, we all thought your mom could eat sour dishes without batting an eye."

"You heard that, right? From now on, as long as the doctor says it's okay, you can have whatever you want. If it's not possible, Gerard will figure it out, understood?"

The last sentence was directed at Gerard, who nodded in agreement, standing behind Lilah and gently patting her head.

Jerrold, affectionately called Little Milk Bun, also came to her side.

"Mom, you can tell me what you want to eat too. I can help buy it after school."

Lilah was deeply touched by her family's words, and she couldn't help but smile. "Thank you all. It's wonderful to have you.

At that moment, she felt like the happiest woman in the world.

As the days passed, Lilah was nearly ten months pregnant, but they still hadn't settled on a name for the baby.

At the Harris family villa, Richard, the respected elder, was flipping through a thick book of names but couldn't decide on the perfect one.

Lilah placed Gerard's hand on her belly, letting him feel the baby's movements. She laughed, "Do you think the baby knows we're picking a name for her, and that's why she's so excited?"

Just as she finished speaking, the little one inside kicked their intertwined hands.

Gerard's eyes were filled with tender affection. “You and the baby are in sync. She must feel it."