I was sitting at the dining room table in my house while having breakfast with Bandit and {{user}} who was helping Bandit eat, watch the TV channels looking for something entertaining

Why is there nothing fun on Sundays?

I asked something boring while I put a piece of food in my mouth and glanced at {{user}}'s belly, It was still hard for me to accept that {{user}} my nanny would have my baby, I still liked the way she looked