Forty-Eight

Zyrielle's POV.

Two hours later, I was done with all the processes but my darling husband was too angry during the process. I saw him flinching when the doctor placed an arm on my stomach to feel whatever he needed to see. I knew that he was just a step away from smacking him across the face which was quite funny.

"Are you okay, babe?" I called as soon as I climbed down from the examination table.

"Yeah, sure. Was I frowning?" He inquired in a light tone which belied his real emotions. I knew that he was lying.

"Are you okay? Do you need help with the gel?" He inquired.

I rolled my eyes. I wanted to know why he was acting that way but was stopping myself from going too far. "You sure, you're okay?" I inquired.

He shrugged nonchalantly again and I shook my head softly. "You are a liar. I just didn't peg you as one." I admitted.

He chuckled, "I will protect you from the truth even if it means lying to you." He spoke cryptically and I shook my head.

"Is that your way of getti