"Anya is so clueless, it's like she's on cloud nine. It's so annoying! Can I yank her hair? I mean, can you do that to a pregnant woman?" Dona said, barely finishing her sentence before Naomi landed a heavy punch on her head.

"Dammit, Naomi!"

"Don't be so rude! Geez! Do you want your foul language to reach the baby?!" Naomi scolded.

Dona then gently, albeit grudgingly, caressed my belly. "I'm sorry, Aunt Dona, okay? Your mommy can be a bit... difficult. She needs to be straightened out. Let's just be mad at Aunt Naomi instead. She's the harsh one, too aggressive."

Naomi sneered while I immediately moved Dona's hand...