Can we really go back to how things were?

(ARIELLE'S POV)

The next day was Sunday, and I was grateful it was not a work day. When I roused from sleep, all I did was shower, have breakfast and watch TV as Ashley wouldn't let me raise a pin.

“Hey,” she squeezed my shoulder gently, sliding onto the couch next to me. “What's up?”

“Hey,” I spared her a glance and returned my eyes back to the TV. “You're done?”

The aim of the question was because Ashley had risen at the crack of dawn to prune the flowers flanking her house entrance, and I wanted to ascertain if she was done.

“Yup, yup. The flowers look neater now.”

“You should go have breakfast, you've been working for hours,” I said, my eyes still fixed on the show.

“Well, you've been engrossed on the TV that you didn't realize that I finished pruning the flowers a while ago, have showered, changed into fresh clothes and even had breakfast. Gosh! Are all pregnant women this lazy and less observant?”

I paused. “Wait, what?” I asked, and turned to look at her properly. And that was