"Because you owe me. Remember ruining my shirt and my favorite shoe?"

"Uhm.. A bit? " I replied, running a hand through my rough hair.

"Good, go make me dinner..." Stephen said, pushing me to get up.

"Stephen... I thought you love me. Is this how you'll treat your girl? I'm pregnant, remember? You want to stress me? Dad must hear about this." I whined.

"Fine, fine. You've had your way, haven't you?" Stephen said.

"Go make me dinner.  Baby is making me damn ...