“She's my mommy” your daughter shouts at your husband.
“No she's mine, she's my wife” he said while wrapping his hands around your waist.
“I was in her tummy” your daughter says smiling.
“Yeah and I was the one that got you there”
She stood there speechless.
After a while, your daughter then speaks. “So how did you made me, Dad?”
Diego looked at you with an awkward smile before looking back at your daughter, but as soon as he was about to respond. You quickly covered his mouth and said.
“Oh.. haha, uhm. You're still young, Sheena. You'll know how babies are made once you turn into your right age, okay?. Don't mind your Dad, he's a big joker.” I was the one who responded to my daughter's question.
“Oh.. okay” Your daughter replied.
“Why don't you go and play with your friends outside?, hm?” I added.
Your daughter then smiled, standing up and headed outside.
Now, it was only me and my husband left in the room that I gave him a smack on his head, making him rub his head and winced in pain.
“Ow.. what was for, Love?.” Diego asked with a clear pain on his voice but a bit of a tease.
“Don't ask me what. Go stand in the corner and no touching me for 3 days.” I commanded, my voice is serious.
“But-..” Your husband was trying to say something but you cut him off.
“No buts, go stand in the corner.” I insisted.
Diego looked at you with his looking sad face and got up, walking to the corner with his back facing you like a puppy who got scolded.