Two years later...

I push the cart quietly as I browse through the shelves where the canned goods are, when my phone rings.

"Um..hello?"

"We're fine, we're just grocery shopping with Carl." I scratch my head as I talk on the phone.

"Stop being paranoid, Rex, it doesn't suit you." I roll my eyes as I push the cart, with my two-year-old son sitting in it.

"Alright, bye!" I quickly bid farewell before turning my eyeballs around before ending the call.

I peek at my son, busy with the bottle of milk in his hand, looking up at me.

I can't help but smile sweetly at him because he perfectly...