On the sofa lay a design sketch drawn by Rosalyn.

Brian picked it up, furrowed his brows, and remarked, "I told you to take it easy at home but this doesn't look like resting. It's exhausting."

Nestled in his arms, Rosalynn teased, “I've heard pregnant women can get forgetful. I don't want you thinking I'm brain-dead after giving birth, so I got to keep my mind active."

Brian set down the design sketch, raised an eyebrow, and grinned.

“That won't happen. Even if you were a bit dim, you'd still be smarter than most women."

Rosalynn shot him a glance, saying, "You're really good at being sweet."

"Do you like it?"

“Well, yes."

Hearing this, Brian couldn't help but smile.

He gently touched her flat belly and apologized, “Babe, I still owe you a proper wedding. Whatever kind you want, I promise you'll get it."

Back then, they had a simple ceremony when they got their marriage certificates.

He owed her that much.

She was not just his wife but also the mother of his child, so a grand wedding was in order.

Rosalynn pondered a bit and casually uttered, "Whatever."

Ladies would eagerly anticipate the day they became brides. And holding a wedding is like a chance to show off their joy.

But, for Rosalynn, the whole ceremony thing was not really her cup of tea.

Brian suggested, “How about we do the wedding at noon in the church and throw a bash on the lawn later in the day? Sound good?"

"Your call," Rosalynn responded.

Her compliance boosted Brian's ego.

He eyed her stomach, hesitating.