Love Unspoken

"Who are you talking about?" Quinn asked, slipping the number Landon gave her into her pocket without making a fuss. Abigail pointed to the crowd. "That guy in white. Isn't he here for you?"

"Nope, don't know him," Quinn replied.

They were too far away for Abigail to see clearly, so she didn't bother trying to figure it out.

She plopped down next to Quinn. "Go have fun. I'll watch Sprout for you."

Quinn shook her head. "Nah, look at you, you're freezing. If you're not gonna play, let's go somewhere else."

Abigail shrugged. "Alright, how about we check out the ice sculptures next door?"

"Sure," Quinn agreed.

Abigail warmed up in the lobby for a bit. Once she felt better, she dragged Quinn to the ice sculpture exhibit.

With a camera slung over her shoulder, she started snapping pictures as soon as they walked in. She aimed the camera at Quinn. "Give me a smile." Quinn forced a grin.

Abigail pouted. "Why are you smiling like that? It looks worse than crying."

She put down the camera and pulled Quinn over to one of the ice sculptures, showing her the camera. "You look just like this."

Quinn glanced up. It was a sculpture of a monkey, grinning just like her.

She couldn't help but laugh.

"That's better. Keep it up." Abigail ran a short distance away and took more pictures of Quinn.

Abigail was having a blast, but Quinn, holding Sprout and bundled up in thick clothes, was getting tired.

In the afternoon, they went to a spot to watch the Northern Lights. But the Northern Lights don't show up every day; sometimes you have to wait a week, a month, or even three months. They show up more often in winter. Abigail had asked around and found out they might appear tonight.

So, they got there early to grab a good spot, not knowing how long they'd have to wait.

Quinn felt cold, so she booked a hotel room nearby. The hotels here were super expensive. The cheapest single rooms were over ten thousand dollars, and they were all fully booked.

There were a few suites left, so Quinn booked one, using the company's money. Since the company would belong to Landon anyway, she figured she might as well spend it while she could. She booked the most expensive one, at $150,000 a night.

If the Northern Lights showed up, they could see them from the room.

When they got to the room, Sprout woke up, hungry.

Quinn took out a bottle and formula from her backpack, made the formula, and fed him while thinking about the company's transfer.

She wasn't in Amber Bay and had no idea who to ask to draft the contract.

She decided to ask Landon to do it.

So, she took out her phone, found Landon's number, and added him on Facebook.

Two minutes later, he accepted her friend request. Quinn sent him a message, asking him to draft a transfer contract and bring it to her.

Landon didn't reply, so Quinn assumed he agreed.

Unfortunately, they didn't see the Northern Lights that night. Abigail lay on the bed like a deflated balloon.

Sprout started causing trouble on the bed again. After a diaper change, he was crawling around naked.

Abigail saw Quinn playing on her phone and asked, "Quinn, what are you doing?"

Quinn looked up, a bit lost. "Nothing, just thinking about video calling Olivia. But it's too late now." "Call her tomorrow," Abigail suggested.

"Okay," Quinn agreed.

She hadn't called Brandy since they left, which made her feel like a neglectful mom.

Brandy was less mischievous than Sprout and so well-behaved that she sometimes got overlooked.

Abigail said, "This little guy just woke up and won't sleep for a while. You've been carrying him around all day; you must be tired. Go get some rest. I'll take care of him."

"Alright, I'll leave him to you," Quinn agreed, heading to another room. She wasn't sleepy, so she called Kyle.

The call connected quickly, and Kyle's groggy voice came through. "Mrs. Kennedy, what's up?" "Were you asleep?" Quinn asked.

Kyle instantly became alert, his voice much clearer. "No, just dozed off. What's up, Mrs. Kennedy?" "I'm back in Amber Bay. When are you coming back?" Quinn asked.

Kyle was first shocked, then troubled. "I might not be back soon. Why did you suddenly return?" "Didn't Alexander ask me to come back?" Quinn retorted.NôvelDrama.Org content.

"Oh, I see. Well, take care of yourself," Kyle replied.

Quinn frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, if we're not around and you run into trouble, you could ask Oliver for help," Kyle explained.

"So, you think I can't do anything on my own and always need help?" Quinn pressed.

"No, that's not what I meant," Kyle remarked, feeling frustrated.

Why had Quinn suddenly become so aggressive?

"What are you and Alexander plotting?" Quinn questioned.

"Nothing," Kyle denied.

Quinn didn't want to talk to him anymore and hung up. After all, Kyle was Alexander's subordinate. Before finding Alexander, he listened to her, but now that Alexander was found, he naturally followed Alexander's lead. Given his evasion, he definitely knew more than her.

In the next room, Abigail lay on the bed with her head propped up, letting Sprout play with her hair or slap her face with his little hands.

It didn't hurt, so Abigail didn't bother to stop him. The more she scolded him, the more excited he got. If she ignored him, he'd lose interest soon enough.

Sprout was babbling something.

As Abigail was dozing off, she vaguely heard Sprout say "Dada."

She snapped her eyes open, staring intently at him.

She listened carefully for a while; Sprout was indeed saying "Dada."

Her sleepiness vanished. She picked up Sprout and rushed to Quinn's room.

Startled by her sudden arrival, Quinn dropped her phone. Seeing it was Abigail, Quinn sighed in relief. "Are you trying to scare me to death?" she scolded. Abigail hurried over to her, holding Sprout up. "I just heard him say 'Dada.""

Quinn, who was about to pick up her phone, froze and looked up at the babbling Sprout.

However, all she heard was indistinct sounds.

"No, I didn't hear it," she remarked.

Abigail put Sprout on the bed. "Sprout, say what you just said again."

Sprout stared with big eyes, completely clueless about what she was saying.

Abigail pouted. "I really heard it."

Quinn looked deeply at Sprout. "You probably misheard."

She had taken care of him for so long. If his first word was "Dada," she would be upset.

Sprout crawled to her, grabbing her leg and trying to climb up.

Quinn picked him up and stared intently at him. "Baby, say 'mama.""