What if We Vanish The Baby?

"Oh, God! I'm sorry, Will ... sorry ...," Marion regretted when she saw William's clothes were full of Marion's stomach contents. "Let me clean it. Or you take it all off; I'll wash it clean—"

Marion's hands kept rubbing the leftover food stuck to the surface of the cloth that was still attached to William's body. The man grabbed Marion's wrist to stop the girl's intentions.

"It's okay, Marion. The cleaners will clean everything up later. You don't have to worry." The man let go of Marion's hand, then smiled, although, in his heart, he also complained about the mental torment he had to go through as a future father.

That sentence again. Please don't ask how William feels about it. He was almost jumping up and down for joy at this point. However, for the sake of prestige and his image in front of Marion also seemed necessary, he refrained from doing so.