She laughed softly, rubbing her stomach. "Ferry is so healthy. You should just relax."
I turned to look at Ferry. The worry that had furrowed his brows just moments ago had vanished. His entire face softened, his eyes filled with warmth as he gazed at her.
That was the look of a man in love. Chindy reached for the wine bottle, poured me a glass, and slid it across the table. "Karen, you were startled just now. It's my fault. I have such a careless mouth, I hope you don't take it to heart."
She raised her glass toward me. "I’d like to make amends. Even though you two have been preparing for pregnancy for three years without success, one glass of wine won't hurt, right?"
I ignored her, my fingers tightening around the tablecloth. But she persisted, nudging the glass closer.
Ferry suddenly snatched the wine from her hands. "You're pregnant. What are you doing drinking? Be careful of the baby."
Then, he turned to me, his voice edged with impatience. "Karen, she's already apologized. It’s rude not to drink."
My mother-in-law opened her mouth to say something, but Ferry cut her off. "Mom, stop treating her like she's so fragile. A daughter-in-law of the Zach Family should have some manners."