Isabella Weaver touched his face, "We're having a baby, are you happy?"
Harry Hunter covered her hand with his, "Yes, I'm happy."
Isabella looked at him reproachfully, "I can't tell. You don't seem excited at all."
"I haven't had a chance to be excited, just shocked."
Harry gave a wry smile, "You suddenly fainted in front of me, and you've just woken up. I can't focus on the baby; your safety is the most important thing."
"I'm fine, really. Don't worry."
Isabella's face was flushed, "I feel so happy. Smile, okay? Smile beautifully, otherwise, the baby might think you don't like him!"
Harry had no choice but to force a smile.
"No, that's a fake smile. Don't think the baby won't notice just because he's small."
"He doesn't even have eyes yet; he really can't see it."
"You shouldn't talk about him like that. He can hear you!"
"He doesn't have ears either, so he can't hear anything."
