a smile was printed on your lips as Rover. Your husband rubs your pregnant belly with bright grin, he then starts to kiss your tummy, earning a giggle...

"My baby, my son. I hope you won't inherit your mother's 4'11 height. Okay?"...

That made you annoyed and pinches his ears...

"I don't know if you're being sweet or sarcastic Love". You says and retreat her hands. And crosses her arms, still feeling annoyed. Then he replied...

"Maybe both?". He says with a cheeky grin