Amy's brows furrowed when she saw Dylan's response. She could not help but worry. Whatever Dylan was doing, he had to make sure it was a full proof plan otherwise it would backfire. Amy could feel a headache coming on from this.
She placed her phone down on her dressing table and resumed brushing her hair. It had significantly grown longer over the past almost four months. A thought came to her as she run the comb through her blonde strands of hair.
"Foetus name?"
She looked down at her stomach and touched the little baby bump that had started to form.
"I don't know your gender so how about we just stick to cupcake? But what song could I possibly sing for you?"
She resumed brushing her hair as she wracked her brain for ideas. She could not make up a song nor could she fully remember nursery rhymes. She would feel awkward if she did that. She wanted to share something she loved with her baby.
