Sya's POV:

(7 years later)

I eyed myself in the mirror for the hundredth time yet still not satisfied with my look for the night. I was wearing a long white frock with a floral print over. The dress was pretty but it clung to my swollen belly like a second skin.

I wasn't done when two arms wrapped themselves around my waist and gently caressed my swollen tummy.

"What is my love and my baby doing?" Said a husky voice that never failed to send shivers of pleasure ...