Bab 218: Monke and a Gift Horse

"Morning." Waking up to the face of my soon-to-be wife smiling at me was something I did not expect yesterday.

"… Morning." Yawning, I got up from the bed and stared into the eyes of the catwoman, who was looking at me with a Cheshire grin. "I know that face… And something tells me… What the hell are you wearing?"

I puckered my lips as my eyes adjusted to the light, now fully viewing the figure that was Catalina. As of now, she wore what seemed to be an apron…

And nothing more…

"Okay, I have to admit, waking up to see you like this excites me, but aren't you pregnant?" Catalina only stuck her tongue out as a response before she pouted.

"Aww… You're no fun. At least give me the scene where you blush at my figure."

"When have I ever blushed? Also, I don't think I can blush." My words put a damper on her mood. "That doesn't mean I can't feel embarrassed."

"… Are you embarrassed?"