[Cassandra's POV]

"It's going to be a girl definitely." I told Amsey.

He took another piece of fried meat and threw it into his mouth. He then rambled something to me.

"What did you say? How many times will I tell you not to talk with food in your mouth?" I questioned.

"Sorry, mum." He said sarcastically after he had finished eating the meat.

"It's okay, my son." I responded, playfully.

We were on the couch eating fried meat and discussing random ...