"If you won't talk to me, then I'll talk to our baby." Elliot tightened his arms, pulling Georgia into his embrace. He placed a hand on her lower abdomen and said softly, "Baby, Mommy's angry. What do you think Daddy should do to cheer her up?"
She wasn't angry anymore after hearing that; instead, she found it rather amusing.
'The baby is still inside me, it can't talk. It's such a childish thing to do, but he's asking so seriously.'
Seeing his dashing profile, Georgia couldn't help but think of the picture she had saved on her phone.
The warmth from his palm slowly seeped into Georgia's belly. Pretending to be angry, she pushed his hand away. "Go away. The baby doesn't want to talk to you either!"
Elliot let out a laugh. Georgia's playful pout was so adorable it melted his heart.
Georgia had only taken a small sip of wine, worried that drinking too much would be harmful to the baby.
She licked her dry lips and looked at him. "Has the company been busy lately?"
