UHU ... anyone there?

Setting:

A regular evening for the Couple on their sofa, in front of the almighty telly enjoying their pre-bedtime snack of homemade mango pudding and pandan chiffon cake. The Woman has a mug of hot chocolate balanced on her sizeable pregnant bump. The Man dusts rogue cake crumbs off his shirt; they fan out onto the sofa. He brushes them off the sofa, letting them scatter onto the floor. Wife makes a mental note to hoover between the cushions and under the sofa the next time she does the cleaning.

Husband: "How's Peany doing today?"

Wife gingerly lifts each layer of clothing of her tummy -the pullover ... the t-shirt ... the bella band- as if uncovering some strange and delicate fruit beneath (according to one pregnancy website, this week Peanut is comparable to the weight/size of a Chinese cabbage ... a pretty strange vegetable, an even stranger comparison). When all is bared, something catches Husband's eye.

-a beat-

He pokes her asymmetrically-stretched belly button with his index finger.

Male: "Bull's eye!"

Female (still breathless from the peeling routine): "Eee-yurh! I don't even dare touch my belly button ... the glue that keeps it sealed might come unstuck any day now. It already feels like Peany is having a go at it with a pneumatic drill ..."

Father-to-be: "Don't worry, it won't open up! 1975 was a good year - they made good navel glue then. And there were no rules about using toxic substances in those days, so I'm sure the chemicals were all heavy duty."