"Alright, alright, I'll kneel… whatever you say to kneel on, I'll kneel on."
David Redington extended his long arm to embrace his girlfriend sitting on the sofa. Even though he had no idea what a washboard was, he nodded indulgently.
Leslie, who was feeling a bit annoyed, couldn't maintain her aloof heartthrob persona in front of David's overwhelming display of doting husband, and couldn't say anything harsh.
She could only nuzzle her face into his shoulder, leaning softly in his arms, "No next time, don't team up with Xavier to bully me, he's my brother."
"Alright, no next time, from now on, it'll just be you and your brother bullying me." David's voice was low and pleasant, utterly spoiling his wife, with none of the airs of an aristocrat.
His left hand gently rested on Leslie's still-flat stomach as he added, "And also him (or her)."
"Who?"
Leslie was utterly perplexed by David's "him."
