At our Mid-Autumn family dinner, my mother-in-law, for once, didn't nag me about having a child. I was lowering my head to bite into the mooncake that symbolized reunion when the door was slammed open.
A little boy, just over two years old, stumbled in and hugged Gu Xu's leg, calling in a childish voice, "Mommy!"
The laughter around the table stopped dead.
Only my mother-in-law, holding a wineglass, had unconcealed triumph in her eyes.
Then Lin Qiao came in, eyes red. "Brother, don't blame me."
His voice wasn't loud, but the whole table could hear him. "You haven't been able to get Xu Xu pregnant, and I was afraid she'd be upset, so I had him for you. Don't worry,..."
