“Breath, babe,” Marko mumbled as he buried his face in the crook of Nicole’s neck. His arms were around her waist, hands gently caressing her flat stomach. That was Marko’s favorite thing to do, putting his hands on her tummy, talking to it at every chance he got. “The doctor said stress isn’t good for the baby.” Marko had been reading any and every book he got on babies and pregnancy. He had taken it upon himself to learn and execute all that he learned from them to the annoyance of Nicole. It reached a point where Nicole hid some of the books he bought and erased his website history so that he just left her alone.
“I know! But I can’t relax! Our parents are finally meeting today!” Nicole moved his head away before she turned around and faced him. Her hands were wet from the vegetables
