"Don't worry about the past, my sweet daughter. I will cherish my little grandson with the same love that I have for his mother, very soon," said Mrs. Carroll softly; "but now, my dear, you must not talk any more. You need to avoid any stress or agitation. Go to your room and get some rest, Xenie. We can manage without you for tonight."

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Xenie nodded obediently and kissed her mother's cheek. She felt a pang of guilt for causing her so much trouble and worry. She knew her mother had always hoped for a better match for her than Frank, the poor artist who had stolen her heart. But she also knew that her mother loved her unconditionally and would never reject her or her child.

She walked slowly to her bedroom, feeling the weight of her pregnancy and the fatigue of the day. She wished Frank was with her, but he had gone to the city to sell some of his paintings and earn some money for their future. He had promised to be back soon, but she missed him terribly. She wondered if he would be happy with their son, or if he secretly hoped for a daughter who would inherit his artistic talent.

She reached her bed and lay down, trying to calm her mind and relax her body. She closed her eyes and imagined Frank's face, his warm smile, his gentle eyes, his soft hair. She felt a kick from inside her womb and smiled. She whispered to her baby, "Don't worry, my love. Your father will be here soon. He will love you as much as I do. We will be a happy family."

She drifted into a light sleep, dreaming of Frank and their son. She saw them playing in a sunny meadow, laughing and running. She joined them and hugged them both, feeling a surge of joy and gratitude. She felt a warm breeze on her face and heard a familiar voice calling her name.

"Xenie, Xenie, wake up. I'm home." It was Frank. He had returned from the city and was standing by her bedside, holding a bouquet of wildflowers. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her lips. He smiled and said, "I missed you so much, my love. How are you feeling? How is our baby?"

Xenie opened her eyes and saw him. She felt a rush of emotion and tears filled her eyes. She reached out and touched his face, then his hair. She said, "Frank, you're here. I'm so happy to see you. I'm feeling fine. Our baby is fine too. He kicked me a lot today. I think he knows you're here."

Frank smiled and handed her the flowers. He said, "These are for you, my darling. I picked them on the way home. They reminded me of your eyes." He kissed her again and said, "I have some good news for you. I sold some of my paintings in the city. I made enough money to rent a small cottage for us. We can move there as soon as our baby is born. We will have our own home, our own space, our own freedom."

Xenie gasped and looked at him with disbelief. She said, "Frank, that's wonderful. I'm so proud of you. You're such a talented artist. I can't wait to see our new home. Where is it? How far is it from here?"

Frank hesitated and bit his lip. He said, "Well, it's not very close to here. It's actually in another town, about a hundred miles away. It's a quiet and peaceful place, surrounded by nature. I think you'll love it there."
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