"My daughter won't be able to get married!?" Walter Schmidt sat up.
He placed his hands on either side of the woman's body, slowly leaned down, and looked at her with a teasing smile.
"Hmph, you men are always so confident..." Emma Benson smiled helplessly and pushed his shoulder, "Tara Summer said Master Liam often says the same thing, that's why Nine is so pampered!"
"Daughters should be pampered and spoiled..." The man said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Emma Benson shook her head, not wanting to continue this topic, and pushed the man's arm again, "Alright, alright, let's not discuss this, go take a shower already."
In fact, she had known the gender of the baby for a long time. As an obstetrician, she could tell from the four-dimensional ultrasound, even though the fetus was still small at that time, she trusted her professional judgment.
