Bernard Taylor stood by her side; he had previously thought that Avery Graham had a well-behaved little princess in her belly. Now, seeing how this little one was wearing her mother out, Bernard couldn't help but think that there was a little demon inside there.
After Avery felt better from the IV drip, he patted her belly and started lecturing, "You're just this tiny, and yet so naughty. Listen up, kiddo, I'm your dad, and you better remember this: if you keep wearing your mom out like this, the day you come out, I'm definitely going to spank you hard."
"…" Avery found herself speechless, "He's not even three months old yet, just a tiny soybean without even a human shape, are you sure he can understand you talking to him like this?"
Hearing Bernard say this, Avery's maternal instincts flared up; the child hadn't even been born, and he already owed his father a beating. She truly felt so sorry for the child.
