#Chapter 250: I wonder

Almara’s Pov 5 Years Later “Cheers,” Arthur sys clinking his mixed drink of vodka and lemonade with my non-alcoholic lemonade. I’m pregnant, again. This pregnancy is completely different than my first two, I actually get to relax. Which is exactly what we’re doing in the manicured garden of our backyard. We sit stretched out on zero-gravity pool chairs, sweat dripping down our drinks, and sun soaking into our skin. Grace who is now eleven years old swims laps in the pool, she’ll be doing that until we call her in for dinner. She just doesn’t get tired. My sweet baby Robbie is now five, infatuated and intensely curious with the world around him. He’s in his kiddie pool with all sorts of elements from the earth he’s collected to study: leaves, rocks, sticks, flowers, and bugs all under the scrutiny of a magnifying glass. “What are you looking for there, bud?” Arthur calls out to him. Robbie lifts his head, keeping the magnifying glass up to his eye so that his rig