Could You Give Me a Blessing?

With her belly heavily swollen, Wilma Gladys reluctantly set down the porcelain bowl in her hands. Of the three scoops of ice cream it had originally held, only one remained. Her gaze lingered on it a moment longer before she abruptly looked away.

"One for me, one for the little fellow in my belly... no, both were for him!"

Having found an excuse for her enthusiasm for ice cream, Wilma slowly walked away before she could give in to the urge to take another couple of bites.

Before this pregnancy, I didn't even like cold food like this. Perhaps my eating habits have changed because I'm pregnant, but that didn't happen last time... Muttering inwardly, she prepared to walk around to the other side of the dance floor to find her husband, Aaron. He was chatting with several guests in the buffet area, occasionally chuckling softly.

"Wilma, my wife," Dr. Aaron said when he saw her approaching. He hurried over to stay by his beloved's side and guard against any mishaps, taking the opportunity to introduce everyone. "Lord Macht has made an important contribution to Backlund's blue skies. Stuart has rendered distinguished service to the kingdom. And Professor Momont—you must have seen his name in various journals."

As for Angel and Klein, whom she had met before, Aaron did not introduce them again.

Everyone offered their blessings for Aaron's unborn child before returning to their previous topic. Wilma stood smiling at his side, listening and occasionally joining in.

Since becoming pregnant, she had gone far too long without attending a gathering like this and had felt increasingly stifled at home. She had decided on a whim to attend this ball precisely so she could join the other guests' conversations and catch up on the latest news, rather than lose touch