"Uhh.. you want?" I offered him one fourth of my rice and melted ice cream. He shook his head and then smiled at me. My heart beat faster again and the butterflies in my tummy were with our baby.

"Nah. I know that's not enough for you, you're greedy now." And then he laughed, I made him suffer and I was about to defend myself that I wasn't greedy when he pulled out another plate of ice cream from under my lumpia.

This time vanilla favors the ice cream. Since I got pregnant, I haven't tried to taste any other ice cream because I feel like I'll just vomit. I...