Chapter 955
"Not at all. I've always had a big appetite." Vivian grabbed her chopsticks and started devouring the food, cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk.
Emily had been inseparable from Vivian these past days and knew exactly how little she usually ate. It always took constant nagging to get her to finish half a portion. Today was clearly an exception.
"Try the shrimp, Viv. It's really tender." Emily added another portion to her bowl.
Vivian demolished the first bowl and immediately went for seconds.
Seizing the moment, Emily winked at Ethan. "She hasn't eaten this well in ages. Your cooking really suits her taste."
Ethan's gaze lingered on Vivian's slender wrists, his brow furrowing. No wonder she was so thin—she'd been skipping meals. He silently vowed to cook for her every day from now on.
After two full bowls, Vivian leaned back with a contented sigh.
"I'm stuffed."
"Garden walk?" Ethan handed her a cup of digestive tea.
She accepted the cup and strolled outside. The garden roses bloomed vibrantly in the twilight.
"Have you thought about names yet?" Ethan asked casually. "Boy or girl?"
"We didn't check the gender." Vivian gently rubbed her belly. "Isn't it nice to keep it a surprise?"
Ethan nervously rubbed his hands together. "About the surname..."
"Obviously mine!" Vivian's eyes widened. "Don't even think about scheming!"
"What if it's twins—"
"Not happening!" She cut him off. "The ultrasound showed one baby. Besides, this is my child. What's it got to do with you?"
Ethan pouted. "Then maybe next time—"
"Who said there'd be a next time?" Her ears turned pink. "You're still on probation! Don't push your luck!"
"I think I've been doing pretty well."
"That's not for you to decide!" She kicked a pebble in frustration. "The baby isn't even born yet and you're already planning the next one?"
Ethan suddenly leaned closer. "At least let me help choose the name?"
"Why should I?"
"I am the father." He batted his eyelashes pitifully. "You pick the formal name. Just let me choose a nickname?"
Vivian couldn't help laughing. "Nothing weird!"
"I promise it'll be unique!" Ethan was already mentally flipping through dictionaries.