82. Feisty Little Wife.

Delilah

"Ohhh..." I groaned and held my stomach.

"What's the matter, sweetheart! Are you alright?" Sebastian was already by her side, staring at me with a worried expression on his face.

I took a deep breath and then smiled. "I'm okay."

"What was that? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Sebastian asked, cupping my cheek.

"No, I am fine. I think the babies just kicked. Those brats are strong in there." I giggled.

Less than a month left in her pregnancy, and I was ready to pop them out already.

"Awe, sweetheart. If I knew those brats would hurt you so much, I never would've gotten you pregnant," Sebastian said.

I winced. "Hey! Don't call our children brats, you imbecile. Don't forget they take after you. You must've made your mother suffer a lot, too," I said. My eyes immediately turned wide as I realized what I had just said. I shouldn't have brought up his mother. It had been a sore subject ever since Sebastian found out about his birth mother. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sa