With my face in his palms, Christopher gave me a kiss on the lips. “Okay, I’d like to have a child. Do you want it to be a boy or a girl?”
I let out a faint smile and replied, “I’m fine with either honestly. As long as it’s our child, I’ll love him or her with all my heart. I’ll be sure to put them under my aegis and take good care of them.”
Having experienced a tough childhood myself, I didn’t want my child to go through that same experience.
Christopher caressed my face before uttering, “Who do you think our child will resemble more? Me or you?”
Before I could say anything, he continued, “I think our child will be better off inheriting my genes. If our child does end up taking after me, he or she will be astonishingly intelligent as well as good-looking. Let’s just hope our child doesn’t end up resembling the mother too much, for its own sake.”
Peeved, I latched onto Christopher and bit him on the shoulder.
The next morning, Christopher received a call from Julia again. She invited him to a café and told him that she had urgent matters to discuss with him. Yeah, right! She’s been using the same excuse for how many times now? Honestly, I’ve lost count.
She is really obstinate on breaking us up huh?
“Mrs. Lane seems really excited. This is probably the tenth time she’s doing this. So what do you want me to do today? Do I pretend to be pregnant again? You know we can’t keep doing this right? The media is gonna catch wind on this eventually.”
Christopher glanced at me while rubbing his forehead. “No, you should just come with me,” he uttered with a serious look.
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