Edward
"I think I'm pregnant," Vasili groaned as he threw himself partially on top of me and on the couch.
"I'm sure you just need to fart," I rolled my eyes as I read through my files.
"You're so dismissive. I'm going to tell our baby that you didn't even believe they existed," he dramatically cried and threw his arms about like a toddler.
"Fine, show me this baby of ours," I took off my glasses then placed them on top of the file that was now resting on the coffee table.
"Look," he lifted up his shirt to display his stomach. I had no idea what he was talking about since he was perfectly flat with abs.
"I'm sure you're just constipated," I sighed then tried to reach over for my files again.
He quickly slapped my hands and took one in his. He placed it on top of his stomach and inhaled deeply so it was just a bit round, "feel. I bet it's a boy. What should we name him?"
