I was nauseous. He was thin and tall, but his shoulders were broad enough to support my stomach, and I was pregnant.
After he took a few steps, I pulled at his clothes and shouted, "Sawyer, put me down quickly! I'm pregnant! It's too dangerous for you to do this!"
Initially, he was in a hurry to leave. But when he heard what I said, he stopped abruptly and put me down. He stared at me and said, "Since when?"
I was feeling a little dizzy, so I held my forehead and replied, "It has been two months. You're crazy, go home and stop harassing others."
I was exasperated.
"Is it Hendrix's?"
D*mn it, I wanted to rage so badly but I endured it. In all seriousness, I answered his foolish question, "I'm his wife. Who else can I have a baby with? Go home already!"
"Does he know?" His temper flared and he blocked my way with a stern face.
Looking at Sawyer, I said helplessly, "Of course he knows, he's the father. If he doesn't, who would?"
He was in low spirits, and I was in a bad mood. I was really exhausted. Brushing him aside, I went back to the apartment.
As expected, Monique was still sleeping. She probably didn't sleep well when she had been
detained at the station. When I returned home, she was sleeping soundly in her bedroom.
It had been a while since I last visited the apartment. It was a mess there. I cleaned up and washed some fruits. Then, I sat in the living room perusing my phone while waiting for Monique to wake up.
Somehow, I ended up falling asleep. When I woke up, I saw a note on the coffee table from Monique, saying that she was going out to buy something.
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