"Grandpa, what are you doing? You look so happy."
"Me? Oh, I had a feng shui master pick out some names for baby boys and girls. Look at these! They're so different from the names in our time. I think they're pretty interesting. Hehehe..."
The old man beamed.
"Grandpa, don't get carried away," Serena Lockwood reminded him helplessly. "It's already a huge step that Stella is married. There's no way she can have a child right now. At least, not for the next few years."
"I know they don't want to have kids right now. But there's always a chance one might slip through the cracks..." The old man chuckled deviously. "Hey, girlie, if there's an accident and you get pregnant, you're not allowed to get rid of it... If you dare, I'll die right here in front of you..."
"Grandpa, I'm sure there won't be any 'fish slipping through'..." 'God, what is Grandpa even thinking?'
