The child is, after all, Samuel Noah Jackson's flesh and blood so, by all accounts... he should be smart.
"He probably won't be..." She let out a dry laugh before saying.
"Then just have it." Little Lorne Jackson glanced at her belly, then gave his approval.
Having another little sister to play with would be nice, too.
After speaking, the little guy turned and left, leaving Michelle Campbell squatting there by herself, left to amuse herself.
"Uh..." Having received her son's approval, Michelle Campbell hadn't yet had the chance to be happy when she noticed something was off.
Why did she feel the tone her son used while talking to her was getting increasingly... strange?
It was probably due to the innate differences in IQ that Michelle Campbell found she was almost unable to find any self-respect in herself as a mother when it came to Lorne!
As she thought about it, she reached out to touch her lower abdomen; thankfully, there was still the second child...
