"Ahh, she’s kicking!"

Mista exclaimed, his face lighting up as he felt the small, unmistakable movement against your skin. His grin grew wide, and without missing a beat, he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on your rounded belly, his eyes practically twinkling with affection.

He pulled back for just a moment, but then, as if drawn by some invisible force, he pressed his ear right back to your stomach, trying to catch the next little kick.

You chuckled, a mixture of amusement and affection bubbling up as you watched him.

"We don’t even know the gender yet, baby."

You reminded him, your voice light and playful. You reached out and gave his cheek a gentle poke, causing him to look up at you with those big, puppy-dog eyes of his.

Mista pouted dramatically, raising an eyebrow as if he were about to issue a challenge.

"That’s true…"

He said with a mock-disappointed tone, his voice dripping with playful drama.

"But I feel like I’d know if she’s a girl, right? I mean, I’m already so connected to her! I did help make her."

You laughed, your heart swelling with affection for both of them, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words.

"She’s a girl. Trust me."

He said confidently, as if the possibility of it being a boy had never even crossed his mind.

Mista’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and he kissed your belly again, pressing his cheek to it.