” yeah ——— I got ‘im. ” Chris says, jogging over to the child and scooping him off the ground much to Oliver’s disappointment. by the time the man has him settled against his hip, he’s already mumbling about wanting down. ” no, you can look later. we have to go get mommy first. “
completely oblivious to the duo behind her, Aspen’s making way to follow the employee who’s guiding suited with his best attempt at speaking in complete english sentences. but as another fitted worker soon advanced with a tray of complementary hors d’oeuvres that happened to be decorated in seafood, Aspen’s stomach turned in a nauseating way that could only be in respect of her pregnancy. unintentionally rude, she wordlessly abandoned the man in a wince and made hurried strides to the counter where she patiently awaited her family’s approach.
" ----- bae? " Chris glances up to watch Aspen's speedy departure before hurrying over to catch up with her at th desk. " you alright? " the older man questions with a slight tilt of his head, reaching out with his free hand to place it on her forearm in a comforting squeeze. " you're looking kinda pale. "