Ariana's P.O.V.
"So, you want to get me pregnant huh?" I said as we were dining in a beautiful restaurant.
"What?" He said surprised.
"Relax. I was just reading your comment on my photo." I chuckled.
"Oh that. Yeah, I want to get you pregnant." We laugh.
"Hmm, when do we start?" I joked.
"Whenever you want." He winked at me.
"Okay, let's stop that coz it's getting too far."
"Oh why? Don't you want your child to have the honour to have me as his daddy?" He pleaded.
"Oh Gosh, stop it. And how do you know that it's gonna be a boy?" I questioned.
"Coz he'll be the next Real Madrid captain." He smiled.
"Nah, I prefer Barça." I said and he got serious right away.
"Oh come on, I was kidding. You know me. I'm a madrista." I said proudly.
"That's my girl." He smirked.
"I'm not your girl." I said.
"Yet..." He correct me.
