When I woke up, I turned around and saw Hendrix looking at me with his bright eyes. Surprised, I asked, "You're awake?"
He cocked his eyebrows and replied to me with another question, "Are you hungry?"
As I was barely awake, I shook my head. I wanted to stretch, but I got a shooting pain up my back whenever I tried. It was uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but whimper.
"What's wrong?" Hendrix asked worriedly.
"My back is hurting so bad!" For no reason, I had always felt that the baby was growing too fast. I was only six months pregnant, but the baby bump was already so big.
When I took a shower the day before, I paid attention to it and saw some stretch marks. They looked somewhat ugly.
Hendrix put his hand on my waist to lightly massage me, and he suggested, "It's about time that you join prenatal care classes. Go and do some yoga to ease your pain. I'll go with you tomorrow."
I felt lazy, so I declined and gave an excuse,
"It's so troublesome to be going in and out every day."
"Then should I hire a private instructor for you?"
Recalling that Monique probably should go along with me to the prenatal care classes, I refused, "No, give me some time to think about it. Plus, you must be busy with work. Monique is free these days, so she can accompany me."
His brow furrowed, but his hands were still rubbing my back. "Is she your husband, or am I?"
"Of course it's you!" My back pain subsided, so I shifted to the other side for him to massage. And I said, "But you have a lot of work to do at the company. Just let her accompany me to the classes so that you have some time to rest!"
Holding my waist, the corner of his lips lifted. His grin was a little cheeky, and he teased, "Are you worried about me now?"
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