DANTE ROMANO'S POV:
"I see calling you a brat is a much suitable preference for you. If that's what you want then that's what you'd be called. No more 'Mrs Romano' for you," I sneered, turning my head away and she bursts out, laughing louder than before.
"Yeah yeah," she waved her hand in the air as she tried to get serious by putting off that flushed, laughing cheeks of hers.
"So now let's go down to the deal. Are you going to tell me what made you change or you'd choose the second option; which is to let me put on whatever outfit I love and prefer?" She arched an eyebrow at me.
I glanced at her from the side of my eyes. "I would never put the comfort of my baby at stake, you should know that because it's comfort is forever non-negotiable," I murmured and then rubbed my palms over m
