I smiled. "We don't have a baby every year. We should make this one count."
We returned to the small living room near the entrance, and Mia continued to discreetly admire the suite.
"Mom, let's switch to this one. It has two bedrooms, so you can stay with me at night," I said.
Melinda was also taken aback. People like her didn't have such luxuries during postpartum recovery.
The manager, ever astute, added, "If you upgrade the two rooms you originally booked to the presidential suite, there's a discount, making it only 80 thousand dollars per suite."
What? 80 thousand dollars? For one month? The price shocked me, but I really liked the room.
Mia said, "Maybe we should stick with the downstairs room. It's already great, and Mom has spent a lot."
But I wasn't ready to give up. I clung to Melinda's arm and pleaded, "Mom, let's switch. We don't always live in a room like this one. Let's enjoy it."
I glanced at Mia, who looked very anxious and kept shaking her head at Melinda.
After a moment of contemplation, Melinda said, "Alright! Let's enjoy it."
I was overjoyed and hugged Melinda tightly. "I knew you were the best, Mom."
Mia's eyes widened in shock.