"Zahmiel, dinner's ready," Analice called out to her husband who was busy painting- as usual. "You know you need to take a break sometimes, right?"
"I know, I know." Zahmiel quickly kept down his brushes and rushed to the table before his wife could scold him. "Thanks for dinner, love." He planted a kiss on her forehead, "... and thank you too, little one." He affectionately rubbed Analice's bulging stomach.
"I just felt him kick." Analice chuckled.
"I already told you, we're expecting a girl."
"I'm sure it's a boy… I can feel it." Analice proudly declared.
"You've never been pregnant before so how can you feel that the child you're carrying is a boy?" Zahmiel burst out laughing.
"I'm the pregnant one, not you." Analice pouted and playfully hit Zahmiel's hands.
