"Open your mouth, hubby." Holding a fork with an omelet on it, Hailee urges him.
Vincent obediently parted his lips and ate the food she offered. He munches it, then swallows. He opened his mouth again to take a bite of the gingerbread Hailee holding in her other hand.
"Wifey, I should be the one feeding you." He said, thrilled with the affection she was giving to him. He's the one to receive care instead of Hailee.
"No! Your hand is still injured!" She insisted stubbornly.
Vince remained silent for a moment, then said with a faint smile, "They are just scratch, Wifey. Soon, it will heal."
He tries to explain, but Hailee keeps scooping food, and then she'll bring them to his mouth. He couldn't refuse.
"I'll feed you until they heal. For now, you will be my baby. After I give birth, it will be our children I'm to feed by then."
