Mark was in the parlor . He went through the newspaper he bought last week and never had a chance to go through while sipping a cup of coffee slowly, raising his eyes to the television occasionally. In truth, he was not paying attention to what he was reading or what he was watching. His mind wandered from his wife to the promotion he was getting ready for at his workplace.

He raised his head in the direction of the kitchen as he heard light footsteps from that side. Kamsi came in, wearing just a big polo which was not big enough to hide the sculpt of her protruding belly...