(Rhio's POV)
I laughed, "Now you knew I couldn't be a chef for you so don't ever make me cook again. Think of better things you'd crave for next time."
"Question is," I challenged him, "Would I still get pregnant?"
"Depends if I—ouch!"
She suddenly hit my nape.
"Hey, slow down. You might kill Kevin's Daddy."
"Good that you know."
"You're so selfish, don't you think so?"
"Only with you," she gave me a half smile.
"Thank God I'm ain't a flirt."
"Yes, you are."
She was about to hit me again but I stopped her hand before she could lift it high.
"Thank God you didn't give up," her eyes looked at me gently.
"Give up?"
"Give up with cooking us food. I know your time is precious."