THIRTY

"How do you like your steak?"

I snapped my eyes up at Dad and frowned once he smiled.

"Finally, got your attention," he said. "I was beginning to think you have become deaf. What is the matter, Lily-pad? Ever since we arrived at the mall, you've been dozing off in La La Land, which I want to watch again because of Ryan Gosling."

I inwardly rolled my eyes.

Yesterday, Dad decided for us to have a mother-daughter bond. It was a good idea. I can buy things for the cruise, but instead, we stop at The Children's Place to shop for baby stuff before the arrival of my child in six months or less, and dad wants to be prepared.

Papa has already made one of the rooms we use for storage into a nursery room for the baby. He started working on it two days ago, constructing it, removing all unnecessary things and will begin the painting soon.

I only agreed to go because of shopping for the cruise, but we are here looking at newborn onesies.

"Oh my god, this one is cute," Dad held up a blue onesie wit