„Do you think we're ready for this?"
Amarantha caressed her swollen belly with a tender hand, her elfish face radiating pure happiness and exhaustion.
"It doesn't matter if we are Amara. We are keeping it if the besotted expression on your face is anything to go on."
There was a rustle, and Marvolo turned another Page of the Newspaper, his exasperated voice causing a pout on the woman's face.
She sighed and stood up.
"I don't understand why you're so mean to me. I thought you'd be happy about this development."
The witch crossed her arms over her chest and walked over to the window, which revealed a magnificent view of the moonlit garden surrounding their estate.
"I am happy Amarantha. And I did not mean to offend you, my love."
She sniffed indignantly, and there was another rustle. Soft footsteps upon the extravagant carpet and his arms surrounded her.
"I just thought… that this is a new opportunity. A new beginning."
Marvolo stayed silent for a while, smelling the flowery scent of her shampoo in her hair.
"It is."
"We will keep it then." Amarantha turned in her husbands' arms, her own wrapping around his chest in a tender embrace, and she smiled in pure joy.
"We are having this food baby."
