Sixteen

The weather was mild, and orange light streamed in through the window of the large sky-blue room. James sat for a moment, Luna was snapping at him. He knew some pregnant women suffer mood swings but she was simply unbearable, she didn't like it when he talked to her, but when he didn't, she got angry. She also hated it when he touched her and the second he was demanding attention. They had argued 3 times in one day and James had resorted to the twins' room, which wasn't finished yet and he could give her a hand with the painting. He couldn't go with Rose as she was in the hospital taking care of Portia, it was nothing serious, but she had given them quite a scare. Three days ago Portia woke up crying as her pillow was full of blood, she had a headache and tachycardia so they had to rush to the hospital. The reason? There was a mix-up with the pills Portia was taking, the wrong bottle was given to her and for that reason her doctor received a major complaint.

Portia had lost weight not