“Choi Seunghyun!” Bom screeched loudly as she dragged herself down the stairs. “Make me dinner!”

            “Ten more minutes!” he whined without bothering to look at her.

            “Now or I'll smash the TV!”

            “Five more minute, please,” he begged again without removing his eyes off the screen.

            “Now or I will start using my belly as a drum!” she raised her hands up, ready to hit her stomach, threatening him to stop playing games.

            “What?” he threw the controller turned to his girl. “Why so cranky, jagiya?”

            “Because my stomach grumbled for the five thousandth time today, and someone refuses to make dinner!”

            “Your stomach grumbled? What? Why didn’t you eat?”

            “You think I could cook like this?”

            “You could have told me!”

            “I did!”

            “Sorry,” he smiled with a tinge of apology. “Sorry my baby,” he pouted before lifting his wife’s shirt up to feel her belly.

            “Baby, hungry yet?” he asked happily with his ear against her tummy.

            “It just kicked!” Seunghyung jumped up and did a victory dance.

            Bom’s forehead tensed up, “You called our child ‘it’?”

            “Sorry Baby, I didn’t mean to call you ‘it’,” he circled his hands on her stretched tummy. “Papa will make corn for you and Mommy now!”

            “If only you listen to your wife,” she chuckled while switching from channels to channels. She took up the whole sofa space while laying on her back. “Piggy Bom!” she pouted looking at her figure.

            “y Piggy Bom!” Seunghyun screamed from the kitchen. Suddenly, the home phone rings, making Bom groan in frustration, “Honey, pick up the phone!”