Forty-one

Now, Kendrick was speechless.

"I'm so hungry for an ice cream Kendrick." She held his jacket and shook him so hard, he had to use his hands to steady her. "If you don't tell them to get me one, I swear I'll—"

"Alright." Kendrick pulled her toward the couch and sat her down. Why did every new side of her look scarier than her usual moody self? And those sides are the ones that even seemed more threatening to the baby. "What kind of ice cream would you like? I'll get you a supplier."

"Just tell them to bring me any." And now, she was agitated.

"Okay." Kendrick lifted his hands in a pacifying gesture. The way she stared at him right now pointed to each of his thoughts earlier. She would really burst if he wasn't careful.

"Collins." He called out to the Butler who appeared beside them in a flash.

The middle-aged man was sweating so much, despite the heavy clothes he had on.

"Take the maids with you. And find her every ice cream you can find."

"Yes, Master." The Butler almost saluted