She parted her lips first.
But Darwin pulled her back into his lips. Yet, she refused.
“Let me talk first,” Minerva said while she was catching her breath.
“No. Let me talk first,” Darwin countered. “I-I am sorry…for that. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Minnie.”
Finally, Minerva smiled—a sweet, angelic one. “You did not. You just told me the truth.”
He raised his hand to her lips. “I know you will be a good wife. And I will be a good father to your little one as well.”
Darwin stroked Minerva’s belly in a gentle manner. He then lowered his body and leaned to her belly and said, “Hang in there, little one…”
He looked at her and she forced a smile. Minerva couldn’t think of something else to do.
“Your mommy will make sure that you will have a father when you come out,” Darwin co
