But Brian had to let some steam off first, so he closed his eyes for a moment and breathed deeply. He didn't start the car until his excitement dissipated from his body.

Rosalynn composed herself, straightening her now-wrinkled clothes and fixing her messy hair. When they drove onto the road from the school, she asked, “Are we going home?"

Brian focused his gaze on the road. “We're going to buy something."

“Buy what?"

"Something for the baby," Brian answered her casually.

Rosalynn had nothing to say.

It was obvious to her that Brian was anticipating the arrival of the baby more than her. She didn't know what to feel about that.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at a large store for maternity products. They got a trolley cart and pushed through a variety of goods for expecting parents.

Rosalynn held onto Brian's arm while watching couples who shopped with their children. Her hands reached for her belly at the scene.

“I don't know if the baby is going to be a boy or a girl," she told her husband. "Which do you prefer, honey?"

Brian was looking at a baby bottle, studying it carefully.

"A girl," he replied without even raising his head from the equipment.

Rosalynn asked, "Why?" She had to ask because she expected him to prefer a baby boy. After all, boys were important in rich families especially in matters of descendants. It was more natural to be passed onto boys than girls.

“Because girls stick to their fathers. Brian put down the bottle.

“Boys are a mixed blessing."

Again, Brian rendered Rosalynn speechless.

Her imagination went to a few years later.

Once she'd given birth to a boy, he might have grown up to be a clone of his father with the same frown and cold expression. The clashes or confrontations between the father and son may occur on a daily basis.

However, if it were a girl, she imagined Brian coddling the little girl.

“What about you? Would you rather have a boy or a girl?" Brian asked her.