In your sleepy state, you utter a quiet complaint, “Gino, I'm bored.”

Gino's sharp ears caught your words instantly, and without the slightest hint of annoyance, he turned his attention to you. "You're bored? Okay then, would you like me to change the channel? What would you like to watch, babe?" He is always willing to accommodate your preferences.

You shook your head, withdrawing yourself from the comforting warmth against his toned bicep. Clearing your throat, you specified your true intentions. “No, I mean, I want to do something,” you explained. “I unexpectedly felt this overwhelming urge to go for a ride around town on your cherished motorcycle.” Your desire to experience the thrill of riding his beloved motorbike becomes obvious.

Gino chuckled heartily, his amusement evident as he explored at your pronounced belly. “Are you asking me to let you ride my baby?” he inquired, ensuring he hadn't misunderstood your intentions.

"But keep in mind, my dear wife, that the road can be quite rough, and it's not the safest activity for you right now," he added, voicing his concern. "And don't forget, it's already late at night."

Your brow furrows in disapproval as you defend your stance. "Don't you feel any remorse for your baby?" You emphasize your point, rubbing your bulging belly. “What if he or she drools when they're born?” you argue, highlighting the potential consequences.

Nonetheless, Gino stands firm in his concerns, his guilt evident as he imagines you riding his motorbike in your delicate condition.

“I feel guilty even considering you boarding my motorbike while you're pregnant,” he states, leaving no room for doubt. “The road has its rough patches, and the air is cold which is not healthy for you at all, babe,” he reminds you, hoping to make you understand the dangers at hand.