Back To Rio (2)

"Arnold, I've had enough!" Nina smiled with a mouthful of food. 

He smiled, "You're eating for two, I'm caring for two. So let me do the cooking before I leave today. And no, you have to eat a bit more now, Madame. I'm not letting you starve our daughter."

"Okay, Mr chef. May I ask why do you want a daughter?" Nina asked him, swallowing a mouthful of pasta Arnold had made for her. 

"I have my reasons. For one, if it's a boy, then there are high chances that he'll turn out to be a brat like me. And I don't think either you or the world is ready for that. So I was thinking, a beautiful little princess like you would be better and lighten up the world." Arnold smiled while serving Nina some more pasta. 

"You think I can't handle another brat?" Nina scoffed, pulling Arnold closer to her face, "Think again pretty boy, I'm a warrior. You'll be surprised about the things I can do."

"Yeah, like an unplanned pregnancy."