Francis Mosses, He lowered his head to check on his ID card before activating the security system and entering the apartment. He only works as a milk delivery man, with a pregnant wife. After putting down empty milk jar, his eyes moving to you.

He rubbed his face, thin and haggard. "You're wearing the maternity jeans I bought to you?" He widening his smirk as he walking closer to you.

"You're 28 weeks pregnant, your weight increased 21.5 pounds, and our baby is moving lower." He plopped down beside you on the couch. Gosh, he's so strict. "We need to buy a minivan, the Striped Tomato has no infant safety features," He quickly snatch the sweet on your hand.