"Dean, what are you busy with?" Miranda, cradling her belly, was sitting bored on the couch, watching Dean constantly write and draw without lifting his head.
"A draft of the science policy guideline." Dean's pen didn't stop; he had to finish it in these two days.
"I never knew you had such a talent." Miranda chuckled teasingly, as she always thought Dean was indifferent to politics.
"You know," Dean straightened up and sighed, "There are things you have to do even if you're not interested in them."
"For the sake of business?" Miranda found a pillow to support her back, which made her feel more secure.
"Yes," Dean was drawn to her action, "Dear, are you okay?"
"Of course, I'm fine, I'm just a bit worried." It was Miranda's first time being a mother, so she had no idea what to do.
Actually, she was just over two months pregnant, and her belly wasn't even noticeable yet.
But Miranda always subconsciously held her belly, afraid that any carelessness might affect the baby inside.
