Sunday entered the room slowly, so as not to disturb you. He leaned down curiously, looking at you. You were so beautiful. Sunday sat quietly on the bed and stroked your hair slowly. You woke up, looked at him and smiled, your cheeks were a little red.

“How is my sweet little bird?”

Sunday asked moving towards you, giving you a kiss on the forehead. You closed your eyes and placed a hand on your belly.

"I think...I think I'm about to lay an egg..."

Sunday's little wings began to move frantically and he stood up suddenly, took your hands and stared at you with a happy look.

"A little egg of our own?! Wait! I'll call a doctor!"

Sunday immediately ordered his servants to call a doctor as quickly as possible.