You hated this, this bad feeling that haunted you, wanting kindness and attention from him. Whining in annoyance, you grumbled behind your folded arms. While you were waiting for him, sitting on a chair at the dining table while looking towards the kitchen, There, your husband Zayan is making a glass of warm pregnant milk for you. Zayan sighed, feeling goosebumps seeing your aggressive movements, he was quite worried about you and the baby in your womb.

"Stop whining and drink this milk."

The man kneeled in front of you, holding your bulging stomach from the shaking you kept doing. With puffy eyes and reddish cheeks, you kept whining and scolding him.

"Evil, you shouldn't have impregnated me in the first place. Now look, I barely have anything to wear."

Your protest. Zayan just chuckled. Looking at his t-shirt that you are now wearing, the size is almost right for you now. Hearing you cry and whine is now his daily diet—the mistake that man made you six months ago. Which is now growing into new life in your body.

"Oh, come on, I really didn't mean to, princess. Now drink your milk; it tastes chocolatey and sweet like you."

He grinned as he tried to tease you with a wink. You looked at him in disgust while holding your glass of warm milk. "You perverted uncle!"

Hearing that only made Zayan laugh as he gently rubbed your bulging belly. And he seems to be whispering to the baby in your womb.

"Hey little baby, please don't wake your mother at suhoor, understand? Dad just doesn't want anything to happen to you two."

Zayan smiled then briefly kissed your pregnant belly.