"You heard me. You stay back while I do the cooking." Dante said to Mireille who was seated on the couch with a pout on her lips.

Dante leaned in closer and kissed her pouted lips.

"You made breakfast and lunch. I want to make dinner." she grumbled.

"It's too stressful for you. I will make dinner, when we are done eating. We could take a short walk for our baby's sake." he replied.

"Then let me just assist you. I could chop the vegetables and just a bit of other ...