“Do we have to go?” Ariana whined as Michael guided her to do the tests.
“Yes, you are making me too worried by not eating.” Michael rest his hand at the small of her back. “Furthermore, I can’t get to make love with you if you are always sleeping.”
Ariana chuckled, “You are so ridiculous sometimes. That is what you are concerned about?”
“I am concern about you too.” Soon they were at the Gynecology and Obstetrics Department.
Fifteen minutes later.
The doctor was rubbing a gel on Ariana’s abdomen. She smiled looking at the machine in front of her.
“Why are you smiling?” Michael asked in frustration. He did not feel comfortable with anybody touching his wife like that.
Ariana could only sigh and stare at her petty husband.
“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Matthews...”
