Mia and Ginger showered.


    Mia was hugging Ginger. “Were you afraid when you sneaked out?”


    “Nope I brought all my weapons.” Ginger began describing how she taught Caleb–that bad guy—and


    that bad woman a lesson vividly.


    Mia’s mood got better because of the story. She knew Ginger very well.


    Simr to Mia, Ginger was never the one to tolerate something.


    Mia gently stroked Ginger’s head, “Where did you sleepst night?”


    “I slept with Mister and that bad guy. I wet the sheets when I wok embarrassed when she mentioned


    that.


    up.” Ginger was quite


    She covered her face, her voice muffled as she asked, “Mommy, why do I still wet the sheets? I’m


    already a grown–up.”


    “You’re still a kid. Once you be an adult, you won’t do that anymore. Still, I have to admit that


    you’ve grown up a lot.” Mia’s finger traced Ginger’s ear. “Ginger, Mister is good friends with Caleb.


    Doesn’t it bother you?”


    “That works for me. That bad guy must treat you with respect when you


    date Mister.”


    A giggle rose to Mia’s throat. “What if Mr. Barrett has a girlfriend or a wife? Have you never thought


    about it?”


    Ginger paused momentarily, her mood deted. “If so, there’s nothing we can do then.”


    “I was joking. I’ve asked him. He’s single at the moment.”


    Ginger brightened at that. “Mommy, you gotta try harder with your test.


    The corner of Mia’s lips twitched. The test wasn’t the problem.


    The problem was that Timothy was different from other men. If it were for other men, they would’ve


    agreed to be with her.


    However, Timothy turned her down immediately and gave her a promise in exchange.


    Still, a part of her wasn’t willing to give up. “Ginger, do you have Mr. Barrett’s contact number?”


    “I do. I have it on my smartwatch.”


    “Ask him out for breakfast tomorrow morning.”


    “Me?” Questions seemed to fill Ginger’s eyes.


    Mia smiled faintly. “Just do as I say.”


    A sleepy Ginger promised before slipping into dreand with a sweet smile. Her hunch was telling her


    that Timothy could be her father.


    Ginger woke Mia up the next day. “Mommy, wake up.


    “Let me sleep in longer.”


    “Mommy, we’re gettingte. I’ve asked Mister out for breakfast. Get up!”


    Only then did Mia prop herself up while yawning. She nced at Ginger. “Let’s go wash ourselves up.”


    Mia began to regret her decision. Why breakfast and not lunch?


    They washed up and got changed before heading to the restaurant in the hotel.


    It was still early, so it wasn’t crowded.


    They entered the restaurant. Mia’s eyes scanned the area, but Timothy wasn’t there.


    It seemed like he hadn’te yet.


    Yawning, Mia looked at Ginger. “Take whatever you want to have.”


    Then, she sat down to take a break. Had it not for Ginger, Mia wouldn’t have woken up this


    early.


    Holding a te, Ginger looked at the breakfast spread to pick her choice. Her eyes kept darting toward


    the door at times.


    Not long after, Timothy trod into the restaurant.


    Ginger waved happily. “Tim, over here!”


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    He finally heard her when he drew closer. Ginger, in a dress, stood on her toes and waved at him. She


    was adorable, like a puppy.


    Smiling, he came up to her. “Are you here alone?”