"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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ANNA
I went back to sleep right after Michael washed me up and helped me changed into fresh set of clothes that belonged to him. there's nothing a pair of sweats and an oversized shirt he owns can't fix. I've been awake for quite sometime now, but I feel so tired and weak to get up.
When I woke up again it was a little around eleven in the morning. Michael was not in the room so I figured he went downstairs or maybe he just left for work already and because I was sleeping and he didn't want to wake me. a few minutes after, I heard some shuffling in the corridor so I guess he's still here. After what happened last night, i doubt he would leave me alone by myself.
Around 2 am , I started feeling this intense pain around my lower body but I didn't think it was anything serious till it got to the point where I couldn't handle how tight it felt in the lower part of my body anymore, and I had to wake him up.
I thought maybe, I was lying at the wrong angle and because of that the baby was upset, maybe he or she was not comfortable enough.
I let out a low laugh, funny.
" you didn't treat mummy right these past few hours little one" I whispered to him or her, rubbing my bump trying to soothe him or her. we don't know the gender yet, and I can't wait to see if my assumptions are true. i've been arguing with Michael whenever he says little princess but i think its a boy. There's no rush, we will finally know soon.
'you might be wrong' my conscience spoke.
I laughed quietly to myself, "boy or girl, which ever you are? I am already in love with you little one. I love you more than you can imagine" I whispered.
Releasing a sigh, I sat up, allowing the covers to fall onto my lap. I can't even sit up properly because It hurts a little but aside from that, I feel better. I've gained some weight since i got pregnant and i'm not mad about it. i love the little changes this person is making to me and in me. i can harldy see or reach my feet but Michaels been so supportive and i'm thankful he's here with me. doing everything he can to be the best and offer me his help. at any given moment.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I pick up this book I read every morning called daily counsel, i say a prayer of gratitude and start my day. It's very helpful. it keeps my mind off negative things and postures it on the positive even if like sucks at some point. but i slept in today so havent had the chance to do any of that. i lean against the headboard and quietly read. better late than never.
'God's got you" my brain reminded me in a soft voice.
A few minutes into reading, i heard hushed voices in the hallway and goose bumps immediately scatter across my skin. My heart beat slowly starts to pick up and my skin turns clammy. The last time I was in a house by myself, things didn't end well for me.
