บท 60: Spiteful words.

I knock on the door, straining to hear what's going on inside the bedroom.

"Do not come in!" Jake yells from the inside, his words firm. I blink in surprise and take a step back, curiosity taking over.

"Jake, let me in! This is my baby's room too!" I whine, stomping my foot like a stubborn toddler. The door opens an inch and Jake frowns at me from the inside.

"Back it up," he warns me firmly. I glare at him in response, crossing my arms over my baby bump.

Correction, massive baby bump.

"No. I want to see it." I tell him bluntly.

"Muffin, I adore you. But I won't hesitate to pick you up and drag you away from this room if I have to."

Jake threatens, his eyes twinkling at me. I huff repeatedly —

"I'm pregnant, you can't touch me." I hit back, impressed at my sudden comeback. From the crack in the door, Jake let out a laugh at my response. I frown at him. "What's so funny?"