That night, as they laid down to sleep, they both cuddled, with Tunde's arm wrapped protectively around Sophia.
"T?" Sophia called him.
"Yes?" He opened his eyes to look at her.
"Which would you prefer, a boy or a girl?"
"Hmmm...," He thought for while, before answering.
"Having a mini you, would be nice, especially with your cute face." He kissed the tip of her nose.
"I want a boy, I love boys." She replied.
"Hmmm, why? Am I not enough for you? Now you want another male?" He teased.
"Hahaha, don't tell me you are jealous?"
"Yes." He kissed her lips.
"I would really love to have a boy."
"All right, let's hope it's a boy then."
Tunde's voice was sleepy as he began drifting off to sleep.
Sophia watched his face as he slept, as she used her fingers to trace the line of his beards, she felt a pain in her heart, as she recalled all he told her about his fears, tears pooled in her eyes, and she sniffled, trying to fight them back.
