“That’s the hope.


    I do wonder if my child will share Sheldon’s charm,”


    Rosalynn mused, lost in thought about the future.


    “Absolutely! Given how remarkable my daughter and son-inw are, it’s no surprise.


    You’re both gic goldmines.


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    Rosalynn’sughter filled the room, adding warmth to their conversation.


    Their pleasant exchange continued until Noemi returned home.


    She looked noticeably more at ease, likely the result of her recent visit to a therapist.


    “Noemi, wee back.


    How about a cookie?” Gail offered, her tone brimming with hospitality.


    “No, thanks.


    I’m watching my figure,” Noemi responded.


    “Oh, don’t worry about that.


    One cookie won’t hurt.


    ”


    With that, Gail yfully ced a cookie into Noemi’s mouth.


    Left with little choice, Noemi indulged.


    Gail then shifted the topic.


    “There’s a gallery opening tomorrow.


    How about we all go for a visit?”


    Noemi, still holding the cookie, teased, “Is this your way of bribing me with food?”


    Gail’s smile broadened as she turned to Rosalynn.


    “You’reing too, Rosa.


    ”


    Rosalynn, with a gentle hand on her belly, jested, “Mom, are you trying to immerse your future grandchild in an artistic atmosphere?”


    “Yes!” Gail responded gleefully.


    “Alright then,” Rosalynn conceded.


    Inside Tilda’s cozy apartment, dinner had just concluded, and Lyndon was getting ready to leave.


    Noticing Tilda was elsewhere, Sheldon tugged at Lyndon’s sleeve, signalin


    g him to bend down to his level.


    “Dad, Tilda mentioned she’d like you to be my dad.


    So, when are you nning to visit me next?” the boy inquired with hopeful eyes.


    Lyndon offered a reassuring smile, and said, “I’ll drop by whenever I get the chance.


    ”


    “Is it okay if I call you sometime?” the boy asked, his eyes wide with anticipation.


    “Absolutely,” Lyndon affirmed.


    Turning to Elma, he requested, “Elma, could you find me some paper and a pen? I want to give Sheldon my phone number.


    ”


    “Right away, sir,” Elma responded, moving quickly to fulfill the request.


    Still staring at Lyndon, the boy shared, “Dad, Tilda might have joked about waiting for me to grow up to be her boyfriend, but I’d rather see her as your girlfriend first.


    You could persuade her, couldn’t you? I believe you can!”


    Slightly amused, Lynden gently tousled Sheldon’s hair in a fatherly gesture.


    With the sudden realization of fatherhood, he found the matter of pursuing a romantic rtionship less pressing than ever before.