Crazy

Hugh’s POV

"I'm worried about you," I whispered to her ears.

I’m not comfortable seeing her cook in out kitchen. Her bump is not yet that big but I’m still worried that this might cause some bad effects to her.

“What? Don’t worry about me. I can do this. ”

Yes. That’s your favorite sentences. I should not worry about you and you can do all things.

The doctor said he needed rest. If only he could be in the hospital because he is often dehydrated, I would have done it. I want her to rest badly but what can I do when he wants it this way?

"Don't worry." she smiled and made our nose touch with each other. That. Only then is she good, being tender and loving to me until I give up and give in to what he wants. I scolded him and he laughed was my reaction.

"Molly told me that it's okay and it's normal."

"I don't care what Molly told you."

”I believe her because she experienced this already. So we must listen to her. And besides, I’m the mother. I would know what’s the matter with my body. ”