My belly jumped as I let out an obnoxious laugh. Sprawled out on the couch, I giggled incisively at the cocky remarks David spewed at the television. With his hands, he cupped my belling saying, “You are going to cause an earthquake in there.” Then he kissed it.  I giggled once again.
“She’s strong, just like her daddy.”
“Oh yeah?” he smirked, arching his eyebrows. With gentle pecks, his lips soon found mine.
“We still need to decorate her room.”
David sat up and groined. “That again? Anne, we have time.”
“3 months to be exact. That’s not much.”
David sighed and yanked the remote from the coffee table. He peered in front of him, his arm hanging loosely off the back of the couch.
“What?”
“Anne, the baby is going to be sleeping with us for the first few months. We have time.”
As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t argue that. The baby would be at my side at all times; I was to satisfy her needs at all times of the day.  
“Plus,” he added, finally leaning over me. His finger toyed with a strand of my hair. “I want our family to be close as possible. I want to be there when my little girl grows up.”
“And her own room is going to prevent that?” I chuckled, placing my hand on his cheek. “You are very absurd.”
“I’d like to see you find someone as perfect as me.” Yet, David wasn’t being playful. He had a very serious expression on his face; his hands were on my side and he just continued to stare. Why was he being like this?
“David….”
“Anne, I don’t want to begin getting her room ready just yet.”
“Ok,” I whispered, sitting up.  I sensed a feeling of hostility and with that I approached the subject no longer.