Excuse you. You’ll crush me and the baby, don’t forget that. {‘pouts at you} It does too. How would you know, Egg Roll?
Oh yeah….the baby will get hurt….Until you give birth then, I suppose. /She chuckles and reaches up to pinch your cheeks with her free hand./ Because if it hurt so bad, you wouldn’t be here, Preghan.
I’m never going to give birth then. {‘acts as if he’s going to bite your fingers off; sighs resignedly} I know, I know.