GUILT

"Hey, babe, I just remembered I wasn't there during your prenatal check-up." Zandro wrapped his arms around Zara's waist while she was busy on the dishes. 

"Yes, and I hope you also remembered why you weren't there." Zara rolled her eyes and gave him a teasing smirk. 

"Of course, I regret it, as in totally, but I won't forget it. I should keep that memory as a reminder about the things that I should not do." 

"Don't worry, and I will keep reminding you, in case you will forget again." Zara poked Zandro's nose with bubbles from the dishes she was washing. 

"Hey, don't do it. I will surely lose this kind of game. I can't strangle you in bed. I might hurt my little Zandro inside you." Zandro moved back to distant Zara with his arms across his face trying to cover up his face from the bubbles Zara intended to stick on him.