I was knocked up by the ML and currently running away.

Chapter 35 - Nostalgia

"Mommy! Mommy! Look!"

The boy turned at me and shouted cheerfully. He waded the pedals of his small bicycle faster.

"—, be careful! You'll fall!"

A worried voice left my mouth.

It was clear that I adored the boy very much, but I can't seem to recall his name even though I just affectionately called him.

The boy waddled even faster as if he took my warning as a challenge. I walked faster and followed anxiously behind him. He was turning a corner when the bicycle lost its balance and fell.

"—!"

I shouted his name alarmingly as I ran toward him. The grocery bags that I was holding fell to the ground.

"Are you okay? Where does it hurt?"

I embraced the boy, helping him get up. I was anxious.

I dusted off the dirt that dirtied his shorts. There were some scratches on his knees.

"Oh my. Poor baby. Mommy will blow the pain away!"

"Mommy, you're exaggerating. I'm fine. It doesn't hurt at all! Humph!"

The boy crossed his arms while pouting at me.

"I'm not a baby anymore. I'm a big boy now. This is nothing! Mommy can stop being such a worrywart!"

The sight of my precious baby trying to act like an adult melted my heart. I smiled fondly at him.

Where did he even learn words like 'exaggerating' and 'worrywart' anyway?

He was only five years old, but he was very smart. Even the kindergarten teacher praised how clever he was. Since birth, he never gave me too much trouble raising him, as if he understood my situation and tried to ease me his own way.

As if it was even possible! But at least I'd like to think it was the case.

But it was true that my child is very bright. I don't want to brag but...

He toilet-trained at 18 months. He able to talk decently at 2 years old. I sent him to a renowned private kindergarten seeing his potential. I didn't expect too much, but he really surprised me. He can read at the age of three. He can do simple math at the age of 4. The kindergarten teacher even recommended he apply for the topmost elementary school in the nation next year.

I must've given birth to a genius!

"You're right, —. You have already grown this big. Mommy didn't realize, I'm sorry."

I patted his head tenderly. His face lit up hearing my words of acknowledgment.

I'm sorry, baby. Even though I said that, you're always a baby to me. You're my whole world. Don't grow up too fast!

"Okay! I forgive mommy. You just have to watch me from behind. I'll ride faster this time! Just see! Ehe!"

The boy ran toward his fallen bicycle. When he just about to hop on it, he stopped moving and turned at me.

"What's wrong?"

I asked him.

"Ah, mommy. Look, you dropped your bags. Let's pick them up first!"

The boy came to me and held my hand. He pulled me toward the grocery bags that were on the ground.

"Look, mommy. The carrots were covered with dirt. If we leave them here, they'll grow, right? Right? Let's leave one here and see!"