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Chapter 43 Falling Like The Stars
I made a satisfied smile and stretched my body; the curtain suddenly opened, a bright light shined into the room, my eyes winced by adjusting the light.
“It’s a beautiful day, baby.” The person said happily, then a tray appeared in front of me. “I made breakfast.”
I smiled when I saw who the person was, my smile cannot be any bigger.
“How sweet of you, baby, you didn’t burn the kitchen, did you?” I teased.
The woman made a fake humph, she pouted, oh, how cute when she does that, I could always fall for that baby pout.
“Of course not!”
“Aww…someone’s pouting,” I said. “Come here.”
The woman slowly climbed up onto the bed, carefully not hurting me.
We kissed, like every morning routine, but I would never get used to it.
“Good morning, T, how do you and my daughter feel today?”
“Daughter? Why? You don’t want to have a son?”
“I do want to have a son, but a daughter is better.”
Bette Porter, my wife, caressed my already two mouths stomach, she asked with a hint of worry, afraid that I might get morning-sick or whatever discomfort that a pregnant woman might have, even though I’ve told her everything was fine, but nope, the stubborn Bette Porter would not stop feeling nervous.
“And why is that?” I asked with my hand holds my already ball alike stomach, with the help of Bette, I slowly sat up.
“We have a son already, a daughter will be perfect, don’t you think?”
“Uh-huh, and what if he is a son?”
Bette smiles proudly. “Then he will be as smart as his mama.”
“Nice safe, Porter Kennard.”
“Hey, I am sincere!” The detective kissed my stomach and pretending to talk to our unborn child. “If you are a boy, mama B promise to teach you how to be a better man…but first, you have to behave and don’t you dare to hurt your mama.”
I frowned. “Where did that come from?”
“I’ve read some paper said that boys have more possibilities to increase pain for their birth mother, if that so, he…”
“Bette, Bette, that’s ridiculous,” I chuckled. “Don’t be paranoid, come sit with me and enjoy the breakfast.”