Asteria
“So, who is the real father of what Leiya’s carrying?” I asked while lying on his arms. We are currently under a tree near their house while at the bottom there is a picnic cloth that we got in Aunt Cecilia's drawer.
“Well, when we got home he seeks for my help to make Blake jealous and take his responsibility,” Gray said as we looked up at the sky to look at the shining stars.
This thing is relaxing. I learned that other activities here on the farm are better than dealing with gadgets.
“Hey, is Blake the father? He just confessed to me…” I told him, and he immediately sat down on what I said while frowning.
“What?” he asked as I laughed.
Earlier I saw how jealous a Gray Anderson— but now that we are close I laughed at the way he looks.
“That he is different from me,”
