Steven chuckled, "Don’t you already have a godson? We're in no rush, let's just take it easy."
Hannah shot him a deadpan look. "I'm serious about having a little girl, so my godson could one day be my son-in-law. If he grows up and I still don't have a daughter, well, someone else will get lucky."
With a playful smirk, Steven reached out and gently tapped her nose. "You, my dear, are quite the schemer. Your man is already a catch and now you want to monopolize all the good guys for yourself?"
"Stop joking around, Steven. I'm trying to have a serious conversation here," Hannah retorted.
"Alright, how about we make some time to visit the clinic for a check-up?" Steven suggested.
"Sounds good."d2
A weight lifted off Steven's chest. He was certain there was nothing wrong with Hannah's health, and he was confident in his own. The real issue had always been with him because he had rigged this.
But now, it seemed there was no need for deception. Hannah's heart was softening, slowly warming up to his presence.
...
Come dinner time, Hannah was careful not to overeat. She was in the middle of filming and dreaded the thought of looking bloated on camera.
Thus, she wasn't feeling particularly energetic that evening. "Steven, I have to wear short sleeves on set tomorrow. Please don't leave any noticeable marks on me."
Yet, mischievously, Steven left a trail of kisses along her neck, each leaving a faint blush of red. Hannah nudged him, half-joking, "What are you, a puppy?"
"I might be a puppy that only have eyes for you," Steven teased back.
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