Thirty-Eight

Zyrielle's POV.

"That was beautiful! Who would have thought?" Rain commented as soon as Mel walked out.

A grin appeared on my face at the way he was acting so giddy. "you're too happy."

He grinned, "Now she would know better than to mess with you. I'm so excited, I could kiss you." He winked.

The smile wiped off from my face as I stared at him. If he realized that something was wrong, he didn't say a word because instead he continued humming and walked to his dressing table to spritz some cologne.

I sneezed the instant I smelt it.

"Hey... Pregnant lady over here." I snapped.

"Oh, I'm sorry," He replied with remorse appearing on his face. "Do you want to take a seat?"

"Nah, I'm fine. Pregnant, not sick." I warned him to stop acting as though I was just someone who was going to die just from being pregnant.

"So, are we going to talk about what the doctor suggested?" He began and I sighed. With Rain, there was no breathing space. This man was thorough in his approach. No wonder he