N was silent for a moment before nodding. "Alright. If you ever need Damon to help figure out Brandon''s thoughts, just let me know."


    "I will. Don''t worry about us, though. You just gave birth. Your main priority should be resting," Vrie said.


    "Okay," N replied.


    Vrie lingered in the bedroom for a while, but when she saw N looking tired, she stood up and left.


    Downstairs, only Brandon was in the living room.


    Vrie walked over to him and asked, "Where''s Damon?"


    "He had something to take care of for work, so he went to the study. How''s Aunt N?" Brandon asked.


    "She seems to be doing well, and the baby is adorable. Oh, right, I forgot to ask what the baby''s name is. I only know her nickname is Bunny," Vrie said.


    Just thinking about Mia Sumner''s cute little face made Vrie smile. She was already looking forward to the day the baby would call her godmother.


    A flicker of something crossed Brandon''s eyes. "You really like kids, huh?"


    "Of course! I''ve said before that once N had the baby, I was going to be her godmother," Vrie answered.


    Hearing that, Brandon frowned slightly. "If you''re the godmother, then what about me?"


    Vrie looked confused. "What do you mean? You can just be—"


    She suddenly paused, realizing something was off.


    Damon was Brandon''s uncle, which meant Mia was technically Brandon''s cousin. If Vrie became Mia''s godmother, wouldn''t thatplicate their family hierarchy if she married Brandon?


    Would she have to call N "Aunt N," along with Brandon?


    Just picturing that made Vrie shudder and shake her head vigorously.


    Yeah, being Mia''s godmother was no longer an option.


    "Ugh, forget it, My head hurts just thinking about it. We were in such a rushing here that I didn''t even have time to pick out a proper gift. for Bunny. If you''re freeter,? with me to the mall. I want topick something nice for her," Vrie said.


    Brandon nodded. "Alright. I''m free this afternoon. I''ll go with you."


    An hourter, Brandon pulled his car up in front of the mall.


    They both got out and headed straight for the baby section. White Vrie carefullypared baby clothes and bottles, Brandon simply


    stood nearby, quietly watching her.


    As she readbels andpared products, he imagined what she''d be like if they had a child


    together-meticulously selecting everything and ensuring their baby had only the best.


    The thought made him smile. The idea of that future felt warm and fulfilling.


    "Brandon... Brandon?" Vrie called out.


    Hearing her voice, Brandon snapped out of his thoughts and turned to her. At some point, she had walked up beside him, her face full of confusion.


    "What is it? Did you decide on something?" he asked.


    Vrie sighed, exasperated. "What were you daydreaming about? I was asking which of these two outfits looks better."


    She held up two identical baby onesies-one soft pink and the other creamy beige.


    "I think the pink one looks cuter," Brandonmented.


    "Right? I thought so too. Okay, pink it is. Let me pick out a few more things," Vrie said.


    She tossed the pink onesie into the shopping basket and continued browsing.


    Brandon stood by her side, watching her with a gentle smile.


    Maybe... it was time for them to start thinking about marriage.


    Their rtionship had been stable for months now. Every week, they took turns having dinner at each other''s house.