Carol hushes me politely. "Have a seat. I'll make the mix right now." She says, supporting my body on the closed toilet seat. I sit there and wait for her. She's still here. I can hear running water but don't know where it's running from. My mouth widens as I mutter a silent cry. A body makes its
- KILLIAN - 'Pick me up, please.' I read the message staring at me from my phone. It's past twelve am. Why am I up by this time when I'm doing absolutely nothing? Because I can't sleep. Even when I tried to, I couldn't. I sigh. How could I when I was worried sick about her? 'I'm on my way
- HAZEL - I'm cramped up on his bed with my arms around my tummy. My stomach still hurts really bad. The ache is less than it was before but it's nearly unbearable. My eyes water as I try to hide the ache. Why didn't Carol give me a flash warning that having so much of that can give stomach ache
I close the drawer and open another one. Ha! I found the remote! I take it out and close the drawer. My hand stretches toward the TV and I press a button on the remote, turning the TV on. Although I've found what I was looking for, my hand is itchy to see what lays in the remaining drawers. I
- HAZEL - I'm stuffed. Overly stuffed that I can't feel my legs. I feel pregnant. And my stomach doesn't feel sore anymore. Maybe all I needed was a good meal. Killian is in the kitchen, taking care of our dishes and I know I'm supposed to be there with him but my curiosity on that file and det
"Oh yeah?" I grin. "Can't think of anything else?" I tilt my head to the side to let his head rest properly on my shoulder. My hair gets tucked behind my ears by his hand. "Anything you want to add? You sure are many things." Killian kisses me again. Only this time, I feel his tongue on my neck.
- KILLIAN - This snooping around, I don't like it. I sigh and close the book I'm reading. I'm on the last page yet I put a book mark. My head dart to the side to look at the lady sleeping peacefully at my side. She's being touchy. On a normal day, I wouldn't get judgy about it as every importan
The laughter trailing from Natalie's end gets on my nerves. She's enjoying this way too much. It's night yet she looks as exquisite as ever. Typical fashion icon mother behaviour. "You look stunning." I compliment. "As always." She finishes my sentences. I wasn't going to add that but I shrug to