Heaven On You

Part 47

Sophie's stomach is becoming larger and larger with each passing day. Henry is pleased with the improvements that have occurred in his wife's physical appearance. He also massaged olive oil on Sophie's tummy from time to time at night before going to bed to keep her from becoming bloated. That is one of the suggestions for relieving the strain of Sophie's abdominal skin so that it does not readily rupture when she is in the third trimester of her pregnancy, and the skin continues to expand. Wind oil is also rubbed on Sophie's calf every night before bed to keep her from getting cramps, especially in the middle of the night. Her cramps, which come nearly every night. She was perplexed problem persisted even though she had adhered to all of the doctor's instructions. Sophie is taking additional supplements such as calcium pills, folic acid, vitamin B Complex, iron pills, and at least two glasses of milk per day, among other things.

Sophie has also attempted to boost her daily training by taking a stroll around her neighborhood every day. Decreasing the cramps she had nearly every night, which she was experiencing the cramps, are still present. She had to get out of bed almost every night to massage the soles of her feet with wind oil. And it was at that point that Henry got up and began stroking her tight calf. She felt very remorseful towards her loving spouse for having bothered him. There was no one else Sophie could turn to for assistance when the agony finally struck her in the face. She expresses her concern to the doctor who treats her on a monthly during her regular exams."

"That is normal, Mr.Henry and Mrs.Sophie. Every pregnancy is unique in its way. It is not the same for two different pregnant women, for example. In reality, every pregnancy is different, and every woman does not experience the same symptoms. There are numerous difficulties, seizures, and discomfort during the first pregnancy. It aches there, and it pains here at times. However, if you are expecting a second or subsequent child, the discomfort will not necessarily return." said the doctor.

Sophie and Henry sat comfortably in their living room on the top level of their home after supper that night. They had just finished eating. Mrs. Natalie had been sound sleeping for quite some time. Mrs. Ruby has also been returning to her home for an extended period. When Sophie's stomach was growing larger, Henry tenderly stroked her tummy while they were watching television. When he felt a tiny movement from the kid in Sophie's belly, he grinned to himself. Then Henry kissed the side of Sophie's face, resting against the wall next to him. In one motion, he wrapped both of his hands around Sophie's torso, which was a bit fuller than it had been before. At this moment, a sense of well-being is experienced. He relaxes in the company of his wife, who is expecting their first kid with him. In quiet, he conveyed his thanks to God for the gifts and graces.

"Sophie, do you think our kid will turn out to be a boy to a girl?"

"Emmm... I'm not sure what to say. I'm not very gifted as a fortune teller."

"Are you looking for a guy or a girl?"

"Emmm... boy, perhaps," says Sophie.

"Boys? wow. He gonna be handsome,like me. right?"

"Huh...That's not the reason..." says Sophie.

"Can you tell me the reason?"

"Because I want to raise them to be good children. I'd want to have four boys if at all feasible. Later, after I die, they will be able to transport my coffin to the cemetery. There is no need for it to be transported by others." Henry and paid attention to Sophie's remarks. The sound of the word death seemed to make his heart skip a beat every time it was spoken to him. Dead. Is he prepared to go to his death? Ah, he's committed far too many terrible acts during his life. Is it possible for God to forgive him? Henry glanced at the expression on his wife's face. That question took me completely by surprise.

"Can you tell me why you said that? You don't believe me?"

"No, it isn't that I don't believe in what you say. We, as servants, have a responsibility to remember the deceased. Moreover, we must remind those who have forgotten.. Especially true for the individuals we...love." about slowly and deliberately slowly uttered the last words. The first time Sophie spoke the word "love" to her husband, Henry was stunned into silence for a brief second. Slowly but steadily, a grin appeared on his lips. With Sophie in his arms, he could now look more clearly into her face, which was a bit fat because his wife was a little chubby.

Henry locked Sophie's eyes on his, and he couldn't look away. He was trying to figure out what she had just said by looking up the meaning of the words she had just spoken. Sophie glanced at her husband's enticing features and thought to herself, "It's very hard to utter the words of love." If it is possible to say so, the words have been spoken from the beginning of the process. But it had been buried away in the heart the whole time. Only today, the words are going to be the beginning of something much more significant. She had a burning need to inquire about the phrases that Nicole had carried with her throughout the day. However, she was unsure about how to begin speaking. She will be worried later about how her own heart will be wounded if Henry confesses to remarking.

"I want to hear it again. What did you say earlier? "

It was so quiet that it seemed like someone was whispering in her ear. Sophie's heart was thumping with embarrassment. Henry would have been able to see the crimson color on her face if it hadn't been for the fact that they were now in the dark environment created by the table light.

"All this time... Sopie has never said anything like that,right?" Sophie was deafeningly quiet once again. She feels so embarrassed.

"My wife. Do you love me?"Sophie is deafeningly quiet once again.

Why does it seem so difficult to communicate one's feelings after all of this has been said? So why is it necessary to say all of this? Why is it essential to recognize it verbally to establish the apparent truth? Is it not possible to demonstrate it solely via actions that explain all of the heart's senses? Isn't it valid as long as his actions contribute to this feeling? Isn't her spouse aware of what she's going through?

"Sophie...I wonder. I'm still waiting to hear back from you."

"I had just stated..." Sophie says. In a slow tone.

"I want to hear it again..." Henry begged. Please, don't say anything else. Shame had taken up residence in my chest. It isn't easy to put it into words. Sophie is so shamed.

"Sophie... say it again," Henry begged once more, his voice breaking.

"Emmm... I'm... ashamed," she confessed, her voice distorted. They were now conversing in hushed tones and listening to the confession joy-filled Henry's heart. The husband had been waiting for this moment for five months. Sophie's emotions were conveyed when she spoke out. He is now more comfortable with his own emotions. He is also sure of Sophie's feelings transmitted via her conduct and body language, but his heart remains unsatisfied if the sentiment is not communicated verbally.

Sophie's heart was agitated despite the amorous environment created in their bedroom by their partner. Henry's sigh, which blew gently against her temple, triggered a flurry of inexplicable emotions in her. The satisfaction of satisfying his tumultuous masculine impulses caused her spouse to fall asleep peacefully in bed. Allow her to be alone with her sorrow filling the emptiness of her heart. She recently showed her love not only with words but also with a treatment that, in a nutshell, conveys everything without using words. Nothing is kept a secret anymore; everything is expressed. Everything revolves around this guy who happens to be a spouse. Make sure he is aware of everything. Love is the result of the Divine will. Even from a distance, he could not escape the consequences.

"Sophie, I'm very pleased with what you stated earlier in the conversation. Never, ever use such words around another guy, okay? only for me , your legal husband. I want to hear that till the end of my days, you know," says Henry. Sophie's ears were still ringing with the sound of her husband's joyful whispers. Suspicion lurks just under the surface of the positive. Is she pleased as a result of the words of love that have just been said to him? Is the content because, when love is conveyed, she experiences the same emotions as the other person? Is he as infatuated with me as I am with him? Or does she experience joy when she realizes that Henry has fulfilled all of his goals, which he had discussed with Nicole? Isn't it true that I've already proclaimed my love as he requested?