Fifty-Four

Zyrielle's POV.

I decided to fold some clothes to get my mind off the story he had told me. He didn't need to go much into details for me to understand the gravity of what was happening to him. I could figure it out already.

"Hey, here you are. There I was thinking that you weren't around. Is everything okay?" He poked his head into the basket. "Why are you doing that, Meg is here to take care of it." He spoke and I nodded.

"Are you sure you are actually okay?" He inquired again and I nodded. I didn't know why I was feeling so emotional it wasn't like he was also feeling that way, I just felt for him. Blame it on the pregnancy hormones. It had a way of messing with people's emotions.

"I was waiting for you down stairs to have a bite of the cake you baked, which is really delicious by the way." He complimented me and I chuckled.

"What? You don't think it's true?" He inquired and I chuckled again.

"I wouldn't call myself or professional in the baking industry, I just watched a cou