Last night I felt uneasy, staring at that little woman, covering them with a blanket in the middle of the night. I wondered if all women have a habit of kicking off their covers?
When dawn broke, he finally fell asleep, only to be awakened by little Lisa's incessant noise.
He wasn't angry; instead, he looked at the little one with an amused expression, saying mischievously, "Lisa, mommy is pregnant, you can't treat her like this!"
Little Lisa: "Huh?!"
Eva Nightingale was startled awake: "..." She really wanted to say, damn, she wanted to get pregnant, but how did it happen without her knowing?
Eva Nightingale opened her eyes, frowning as she looked at him: "President..." He seemed to know what she was going to say, preemptively speaking and walking over to sit by the bedside, pulling little Lisa into his arms, saying, "Lisa, there's a little baby in your mommy's tummy, you can't lie on her stomach, understand?"
The little one nodded in belief: "I... I understand."
