Isabella Weaver could not stay calm; she was incredibly happy. Embracing Harry Hunter, she excitedly said, "Honey, pinch me to see if I'm dreaming."
Harry Hunter was reluctant to pinch her. He carried her back to the bed, "I've told you to lie down and behave, but you wouldn't listen. Who told you to get out of bed?"
Isabella Weaver touched her belly with a look of sudden realization, "Oh, so that's why you don't want me to move or go to work anymore!"
"So, are you going to listen to me or not?"
"What if you're wrong, honey? Should I still listen to you?"
Harry Hunter sat at the edge of the bed and confidently said, "How could I be wrong? You must listen to me. No more work!"
"But I've seen others work as usual when they're pregnant. Several women in our company worked until they gave birth before taking maternity leave."
"Are they the same as you?"
"What's different?"
