CHAPTER 90

"You shouldn't be doing that. Let me handle it." Summer collected the knife and chopping board from me and shifted them to her side to cut the potatoes. I stared blankly at her. She had been doing this ever since she learned of my pregnancy yesterday and would not even let me get my water from the fridge. She practically did the basic things I could manage to do myself. "I am only pregnant. Not terminally ill, Summer." I complained with a roll of my eyes. She only giggled and continued to handle the meal prep. I swear in my life, I had never seen Summer this happy. Heck, I have never even seen Summer happy before. "Nevertheless, you are pregnant, Ari. And the whole idea of your pregnancy is so insane." She paused and gives me a corny grin. "Please let it be a boy. And let him look Korean too. I hope he looks like Jimin or Taehyung...." She looked up dreamily and looked back at me again. "Even if the baby turns out to be a girl, please let her be a replica of Rose from Black pink.