By nine in the morning, Dean and Bryana were getting ready to go home. The man was back in his basic pants and white shirt, while his wife was back in a blue dress which made her look sexy and charming even though her make-up wasn't too thick.
They walked down the corridor until they reached the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor.
"After this, don't go to the office," Bryana said in a spoiled voice, leaning her head on Dean's shoulder.
Dean sighed, turned to Bryana, and kissed her forehead. ."Yes, I will work from home because my wife is getting spoiled. Or maybe this is a sign that our child will turn into a spoiled girl too."
"Hopefully. There's nothing wrong with hoping."
The elevator door opened. Dean and Bryana rushed out and walked down the corridor toward the door that led to the baseman. They walked leisurely, occasionally becoming the center of attention of several apartment residents who happened to be outside.
