BPOV

"What do you think it's gonna be? A girl or a boy?" I asked.

"Girl." he said. "You?"

"Boy." I smiled.

"Oh!" he said, "See, our first child is going to be a girl. I'm damn sure about it."

"How?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I've a gut feeling." he said. "Second child can be a boy. How many kids do you want, by the way?"

"I don't know. Haven't given a thought about it. May be two... or three?"

"That's it?" he asked incredulously.

"Why? How many do you want?"

"Six. May be seven... or eight?" he said.

"Are you kidding me now?" I laughed, "You're too much."

"I'm serious." he replied sincerely.

"Eight children?" I laughed again, "Be reasonable."

"Gosh! I can't believe we're having this discussion." he chuckled, but soon his expression changed into a serious one, "I thought I had lost you. I love you so much."