Chapter Sixty-Three.

There was a rigid knock upon her door and Patricia lifted her gaze from the ice-cream she'd cravingly gorged into since morning. It took all the strength within her to pull herself up from the couch.

A few weeks had passed since where we left of, meaning Patricia was already months into her pregnancy and since her stomach already began to come out, she'd spent most of her days indoors with Elena.

She sauntered towards her front door, looking through her peep-hole and then her lips slowly parted. She hefted the handle and pulled the door apart to face her—"Father!" Came a surprising tone in her voice and Elena walked into the living room, abandoning her kitchen mittens to embrace her husband. With his arms around her, Gregory didn't hide the disappointment in his eyes the moment he saw his plump daughter with her hands atop her stomach.

"Patricia" He barely acknowledged her presence before brushing past her shoulders with his suitcase in his hands. Elena placed a kiss across his cheeks