"What should I call her? What should she call me?" Small Emma excitedly twirled around her aunt, eyes fixed unblinkingly on her belly, ever since Julia returned from the hospital.
"Dummy, you either call her sister or him brother, and of course, she or he should call you sister," Emma said unapologetically, knocking on her head.
"Don't treat me like that!" Small Emma raised her fist in anger, "Ed said that would make me stupid!"
Then she looked at her aunt with a disappointed expression, "Is that all?"
"What do you want?" Emma stopped knocking her and just smiled and hugged her from behind.
"I also want someone to call me aunt," Small Emma pouted, her gaze fixed on her aunt's belly throughout.
Sitting on the sofa, Julia burst into laughter, rubbing her head, "How could you think of such a thing, my little fool."
