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Daphne was four months pregnant now and things couldn't have been anymore blissful for us. She had her mood swings every now and then, which I understood because she's pregnant and it was mostly the hormones doing this to her. To be honest, there would be times where I would get agitated with her when she would get mad at me out of nowhere, but I would calm myself down before I did or said anything to upset her even more. I even made sure to make her as comfortable as possible during this time, I even catered to her every need, and I made sure that she was safe whenever she went out somewhere with me, her sisters, or by herself whenever she wanted to be alone or when she wanted to take Dave and Cristian to the park.

"Sam, how about this one?" Daphne asked as she carefully handed me her laptop. I looked at the house on the screen. I looked through the slideshow of pictures to see more of what the house looked like on the inside. I was impressed by how big it was and by how much space it had too.

"How much are they asking for?" I handed her the laptop.

"Approximately over three-hundred thousand," She answered.

"Oh. That low of a price?" I questioned.

"Low? How is that low?" She incredulously said.

"I mean this place, considering how it's built and how big it is, is almost a million," I replied.

"Sam, this place is really expensive," She said.

"I mean, I guess," I shrugged.

"We're off topic," She remarked.

"So do you want the house?" I asked.

"It's a beautiful house, it's in a great neighborhood, and there is a great school too," She replied.

"So you want the house?" I repeated.

"I do, but the question is, do you?" She looked at me.

"As long as you like the house, it doesn't matter to me," I answered.

"So do you want to check it out one day this week?" She asked.

"I have meetings with important investors all week along with one of the COO's for our office that's located in California," I answered.

"So I have to go by myself?" She questioned.

"I'll see if I can get Rachael to reschedule those meetings for me," I replied. Daphne's mood turned dark at the sound of Rachael's name.

"I honestly don't like her," Daphne said.

"I know, but when it comes to getting the work done, she's almost as good as Bridgette, and Bridgette is the best of the best," I explained.

"I don't care if she's doing a bad job, I don't like that bitch," Daphne spat. I chuckled and kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry. I only have eyes for you and you only," I smiled at her.

"I'm not worried about you," She said, "I'm worried about her."

"If she tries anything, I will call the temp agency and ask them to send me someone else," I said.

"Swear on yo momma?" She asked.

"I swear on my momma," I laughed.

"Good, but just know that you need to leave that bitch alone. You know that I'm crazy, Sam," She said.

"I know you're crazy, along with the rest of your family," I responded.

"And don't you forget it," She smiled sweetly.

"Anyways, we need to come up with ideas for the nursery," I said.

"Usually it's the mother who wants to come up with ideas for that," She told me.

"Well I'm the father and I say that we both come up with ideas for the nursery," I responded.

"So what do you have in mind for the nursery?" She asked.

"How about something woodland themed?" I queried.

"That's actually kind of close to what I had in mind," She replied.

"What did you have in mind?" I questioned.

"Something rustic, and rustic is kind of woodsy," She replied, "And I was also thinking about something more Bohemian."

"Bohemian sounds nice," I nodded.

"It does?" She asked.

"Mhm," I replied.

"Do you want to do it for the nursery?" She inquired.

"We can, but just know that I'll be doing all the hard work," I responded.

"And I'll be doing hard work too," She said.

"Oh really? What kind of hard work?" I asked in amusement.

"The kind that involves me making sure that you don't fuck it up," She replied.

"I will not fuck it up," I said.

"I don't know. Last time you said that, you ended up fucking up our sink to the point of where we had to call a plumber," She told me.

"Oh whatever," I rolled my eyes.

"You know it's true, Sam," She said.

"Ugh. Fine," I said.

"Glad you see it my way," She patted my head.

"I'm kind of hungry. Do you want to go out to eat or order something?" I asked.

"Go out. We haven't been out in a while and I'm getting tired of sitting around the house," She answered.

"Alright. Well let's get dressed and go," I said.

"I'll need a little help getting off the couch," She told me. I stood up and helped her off the couch. Daphne thanked me once she was steady on her feet and then she walked off towards the bathroom.

"I might as well wear a dress because now can't fit into my jeans," She huffed as she walked into the bathroom. I chuckled.

"I quite enjoy you wearing dresses," I smiled, "Easier access."

"If you keep saying things like that, then we won't even make it out the house, mister," She smirked.

"Maybe going out to eat isn't such a good idea anymore," I told her.

"Oh we're still going out, but when we get back, I'm all yours," She smiled at me.

"I'm looking forward to it, soon-to-be Mrs. Zhang," I smiled back.

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