Among the crowd in the street, Stinson and Monica walked among them holding their son's hand.
The lights on both sides of the store reflects on assortment of goods.
Stinson looked at her from time to time, and suddenly a cute little face flashed in his mind. At that time, he was only six or seven years old. In a black car, a cute little girl kept on making a funny face to him, whose eyes seemed to be filled with stars, just like she was now.
"Monica." Stinson suddenly said to her.
"Yeah?" Monica looked at him.
"Do you remember when you were a kid, you had a crush on a little boy?" Stinson smiled.
Monica looked at him angrily: "Never happened."
"You really don't remember? At that time, you were only two or three years old, you actually have forgotten it, but I still kept that in mind." Stinson felt warm in his heart. Fortunately, he still had that memory. No one could steal it.
Monica thought that he was just teasing her, but when he said it seriously, she asked curiously, "Do you mean that we have met before?"
"Of course, we are meant to each other." Stinson was more proud of himself. If love had to be in the order, then he must have known her twenty years earlier than Marshall.
Monica scoffed, "I don't think I'm a three—year—old girl. I won't believe this ethereal thing."
"Okay, was your grandmother calling you Monica? To be honest, isn't it?" Stinson suddenly realized that he had to talk to her about this.
The expression on Monica's face was dumbfounded. Then, her eyes became red.
"You made a wild guess." She did not admit that he was right.
"No, your grandmother took you to the wedding of uncle Leo and ant Mary. I went there that same day, and I saw how you cry when you fell." He tried to explained in details.
"Really? mummy loved to cry when she was a child?" Gabe kept listening with his ears straight up. When he heard that mummy was crying, he laughed.
Monica squeezed her son's palms and gave him an unhappy smile.
The little guy was still laughing.
"Okay, even if we've seen each other before, that means nothing. We've all grown up in the same city, so it's inevitable that we'll pass by." Monica intentionally pretended not to care that matter. But there is something softer in her heart. She even tried to retrieve that memory. However, her mind was empty, and there was nothing.
"but we've met for the second time. When I was abroad, I was on a vacation with my parents . You and your mother walked past the garden in front of me. I remember that time, you dressed like a baby turkey, which blends in with the colors of those flowers. "He did not know why, but suddenly, her memories of her were so clear that she could even remember the color of her clothes.
Monica's mind flashed through as if she really had a flaming red skirt. her mother bought her that dress, and she wore that skirt for a long journey.
"How do you remember it so clearly? What's your intention?" Monica was in a state of confusion. When Stinson eyes were focus on her body, her heart beat faster.
"mummy, don't you understand? Of course, daddy likes you." Gabe finally found a chance to speak.
Monica glared at her son. This little guy was always telling the truth.
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