I smiled as I gently stroked Vince's head, which was now resting against my large belly, listening to the movements of our baby inside.
"Oh, my baby kicked me," he let out a soft laugh.
"He's kicking you probably because he's afraid you'll be late for work. So it's better for you to shower there and leave."
But instead of listening, he chose to lie down on my thighs and started caressing my big belly.
"Baby, mommy is pushing daddy away," he pouted.
I chuckled. "Oh dear. Go shower there, Vince."
But he just laughed, looking up at me again. "It's good to see you getting used to calling me by my name."
"Of course, because you're not my brother. But I think it's still okay to call you brother occasionally when I forget to call you by your name. I'm just so used to calling you brother, a
