Dad, what are you doing in mom's room? You are prohibited!!

"Dad, what are you doing here??" Jason asked, his arms crossed while his small foot tapped the floor. 

Scott who was peacefully asleep beside his pregnant wife, frowned. 

What is this little imp doing here?? It's still midnight…around 3am. 

"Dad!!" Jason called little impatiently. Though his voice is considerably low, it was enough for Scott to detect the displeasure in his son's voice. 

'My son is seeing his 'beloved' father after almost fifteen days and here he is, annoyed rather than happy. If it was daughter, she would have ran to me with those tiny cute legs to hug me' Scott thought and saw his wife's stomach which is slightly swelled. 

'Little baby or babies…you better be girls. Otherwise, your dad will die to handle the troublesome brats' Scott pleaded. 

However, he never dared to voice out his thoughts. His wife will be enraged and she will surely kick him out of the house itself.