"I don't feel like moving!" I felt a little uncomfortable in the lower abdominal area. So, I shifted my body so that I was lying half on my stomach on the bed.
The discomfort grew worse as time went by.
In the end, I sat up from the bed.
"What's wrong?" Hendrix got up with me and pressed his palm lightly on my belly, "Does it hurt?"
"Yes," I had been feeling slight pain lately for some reason. But everything seemed normal during the checkup.
After trying to relax for a while, I could no longer continue to sleep, so I took my cell phone and checked the time. It was only eleven at night.
I got out of bed and said to Hendrix, "Get some sleep. I'll be in the living room."
I would only disrupt his sleep if I tossed and turned in bed for the whole night.
I was once again pulled into Hendrix's embrace from behind. "Don't go. Stay with me in bed. You'll eventually fall asleep."
"Alright!" I said.
After that, he adjusted the lighting in the room to make it warmer. It was quiet in the room, and I could only hear his breathing. I shut my eyes, trying to sleep.
"Does it hurt all the time?" Hendrix suddenly spoke.
His voice was clear in the quiet room.
I nodded, curling my body into the fetal position.
"Let's go to the hospital tomorrow," He said as he wrapped his arms around me.
I shook my head, "We've just been there."
I didn't like visiting the hospital that often.
We were silent for a long while. I even thought that he had already fallen asleep until he asked, "It has been four months already, right?"
"Yes," I responded.
"So there are six more months to go," he said.
I was getting sleepy, so I didn't answer him. I shut my eyes and eventually fell asleep.
When I woke up, the sky was already bright and clear.
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