The sun rises.
Isabella Weaver wakes up in Harry Hunter's embrace, recalling his passion last night, she blushes and touches her flat belly.
With his enthusiasm, they might soon welcome their own baby.
A kiss is planted on her forehead, Isabella lifts her head and sees Harry Hunter's gentle, deep eyes.
"Good morning, Mr. Hunter."
"Good morning, Madam Hunter."
Harry's voice carries the laziness of waking in the morning, no longer his usual coldness, "What's wrong, is your tummy uncomfortable?"
"No."
"Pregnant?"
Isabella bursts into laughter, "Possibly~"
Harry leans down, putting his ear to her belly, then solemnly says, "Son, call Daddy!"
Isabella laughs gleefully, "Maybe it's a daughter?"
"A daughter would be even better."
Harry kisses her flat belly and lies back down, holding her, "The Hunter Family hasn't had a girl for several generations, if there is one, the old man would surely be delighted."
"What about you? Do you like daughters?"
