"Daddy, I missed my period," I sang excitedly as I skipped into the kitchen where Edward, mum and I shared husband, sat eating breakfast.
Edward dropped his fork and groaned. "Aww, f**k, come on, baby. That's not f*****g funny."
I stomped my foot in my fluffy pink sheepskin slippers. "I'm damn serious!"
He pointed an accusatory finger at me. "No, you're not. Stop. Let me eat my breakfast peacefully for once, huh? f**k… gud."
"But, daddy," I whined, and lowered my shorts a little and rubbed my bare belly under my large but cropped V-neck, rib-knit sweater that hung over a shoulder, feeling the soft skin there.
"I'm not listening," he said as he poured more maple syrup over his waffles. "Tuning you out."
"Oops! Daddy, I’m going to get a baby bump soon," I said. "You'll be so proud of m
