A few months later...
Maria's POV:
"Hey! Give me the remote back." Armaan squealed in a girly voice when I snatched the remote away from him.
We were actually fighting over our favorite movies. He wanted to see an action movie with a lot of fighting scenes and blood-shedding. I refused to watch such a movie as my unborn baby wouldn't like me watching it.
"Nope! Animated movie is what we are going to watch. If you're ok then good and if not then you can squeal in your girly voice until you have your throat aching." I mocked him, settling on the couch.
"You have gone crazy. I need to call your husband. I can't deal with you anymore!" He puffed, slumping on the couch beside me.
He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me as if he was a child and I had snatched his chocolate fro
