Isaac POV

　　After Aria and I entered her apartment, she was still feeling tipsy.

　　I frowned and expressed my displeasure, "Why would you have alcohol when you're carrying our baby?"

　　Aria slurred, obviously under the influence of alcohol, "Oh, come on, Isaac! It was just a tiny sip. No biggie."

　　I shook my head, sighed, and responded, "Aria, we need to be more careful now,"

　　"Isaac, chill. I'm a responsible mom-to-be. One sip won't ...