"Sit there. I'll do it," Gian tells you and takes the clothes from your hands when he saw you doing laundry. Minutes later, he finds you washing the dishes. "You're my wife, not my maid. Why are you washing the dishes?" He sighs before taking the dishes from you and putting them away. You shrug helplessly and walk towards the sofa to take a nap, but a little while later, you feel Gian putting his head gently on your stomach. "Hello baby." he mumbles, as if the baby in your stomach can hear him.