𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂̂𝒎𝒆 | 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒂

4

I woke up with the ray of the sun hitting me full blast in my face, I grabbed the remote from the bedside table and tap the button to close the big gray curtain of the enormous window, I lazily put the remote back on its place and cuddle my husband beside me.

"You're awake?" I heard him asked groggily. I just hummed in response and cuddled with him tighter. He chuckled at my action. "Lets eat breakfast shall we?" He asked me.

"Five more minutes please." I whispered. My voice is like being expired.

"Sure hunny." He kissed my temple and combed my hair using his fingers gently.

We stayed in bed for a few minutes while cuddling before we actually get off and did our morning routines as the start of our usual day.

The night before...I was uncomfortable--as usual. He would always rain me with kisses but I really don't find it amusing or would not turn me on. But he sighed in contentment after everything, as he left me breathless while staring at the ceiling of our bedroom, I almost cried that time but I manage to put up a smile for him to see.

...

"I love your foods more than the foods the chefs is making in both hotels and restaurant." He praised me while hugging me backward, he looked at the breakfast I'm cooking.

"Liar. I'm just a housewife and those are professional chefs." I pinched his nose.

"I'm not lying. I really love the foods you are making." He said proudly.

"That's so sweet of you hunny." I kissed his cheeks and he smiled because of it.

"I'm sure our future child will love your food as well." He grinned and tap my tummy. I gave him a fake smile...it went silent after that. Whenever we're having conversations about being a parent, I can't help but to be nervous. I don't know if it's because I am afraid of having children or...something. And whenever he's bringing up the topic I would always just joke about it or tease him or just something to not make it serious.

"Don't even need to argue, I want a baby girl." I joked, but I think he just didn't get it.

"Really?" He made me look at him. He held me in both of my shoulders. "I actually wanted a son." He pouted and crack a smile.

"Dont you dare pout at me, I want a daughter." I looked back to the breakfast I am cooking and laughed nervously.

"But, its more fun to have a son." He hugged me again from behind trying to persuade me, but we really can't do anything about it.

"Shut up, we'll be having a daughter." I firmly said without looking back at him.

"Hunny, what about twins?" He asked me excitedly like he just thought a revolutionary Idea.

"Its fine, it should be both girls." I teased him even more.

"What? We could have a girl and a boy!" He argued.

"If we'll ever have a baby, I want a girl. End of conversation." I said and shut him up by kissing him, I send him off to arrange the plates and cutleries that we are going to use.

Whatever my child is, I'll still love it. I just really want to tease my husband and avoid a serious conversation about pregnancy, altho I really want to grant Father's wish to have a grandchild to carry around while he's still alive...I just can't push myself to have a kid if I don't want to, right? I don't want to regret things and end up being the worst mom the child could ever have. I am just afraid.

...

"Be safe, love you." I kiss him goodbye, he went inside the car on its backseat. His driver went inside on the driver's seat and started maneuvering the car away from the driveway. Soon the car was no where to be seen after it left our Villa.