“I don't want anything,” I gulp, trying to catch my breath.

“Then why are you breathing so heavily? Why are you so wet?” he urges.

“Not that it's any of your business,” I snort. He leans in, his tongue lapping on my cheek. I gasp, my hand twitching to slap him. “Don't play with me.” I tell him, ducking under his arm.

“You are the one playing with me, and I'd rather play with our baby.”

“Well,” I laugh. “I am sure you'll do just fine in that department since you think ...