Brandon Heath's palm had just touched her belly when he felt the baby move.
The gloom in the man's eyes vanished, and his pupils softened a lot.
"Brandon Heath, did you feel it? The baby is kicking me again."
"Mhm," Brandon Heath's eyes were gentle, "I felt it, he just moved a little."
"Lately, the baby has been kicking me a lot, he's been so naughty." Aria Rowlett's eyes were filled with tenderness, her brows soft, "If he's this naughty, do you think he's a boy? I'm really hoping for a girl."
Brandon Heath smiled and gently moved his hand over her belly, "Whether it's a son or a daughter, both are our treasure. Although I like daughters, it doesn't matter if we have a son, I will love them just the same."
"I know." Mentioning their child, Aria Rowlett's mood instantly lifted, and she laughed softly, "I didn't say I wouldn't love a son, but I'd still prefer a daughter."
Aria Rowlett grew up in a family where boys were valued more than girls.
She really wants a daughter.
