You walk downstairs with big steps even though your feet still can't match the footsteps taken by Dylan behind you. A muscular man in a luxurious navy suit, his hands shoves on his pants pockets and currently he is following at a relaxed pace but can still reach you in a matter of seconds.

His large, calloused hand was on top of your head suddenly, rubbing only to mess up your silky hair. It just makes you even more annoyed.

“Where are you going, baby?” His voice is deep and a bit rough.

“I AM NOT YOUR BABY!”

You yelled at him being frustrated of his babying. Dylan rolled his eyes, the corners of his lips quirked slightly and he immediately spun you around to face him.

“Be my baby or I'll put a baby in that belly of yours.” He said, his tone careful dripping with light warning.