His large hand gently rested on her belly, a slight smile involuntarily appearing at the corner of his lips: "Xiao Mo."
"Mm..."
"I'm going to be a dad."
Qiao Mo also lightly smiled, lying on the bed looking at the ceiling without saying a word.
She was going to be a mom too.
She didn't know if she would become a good mother, and she didn't know what a good mother should be like, but she was determined to try, to try very hard. She would work hard to make her baby the happiest baby in the world.
He gently kissed her belly, and it tickled a bit.
Qiao Mo's small hand landed on his hair, and she softly said, "Do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
"A girl," he said in a deep voice.
"Why?" Qiao Mo asked curiously.
He lay back beside her, propping himself up to circle her beneath him: "A girl would look like you. I like that."
His voice was husky, his thin lips pressing against hers.
Qiao Mo gently lifted her legs, wrapping them around his thighs from either side: "Smooth talker."
