I crave for you

“Yes Doc,” he’s speaking on the phone.

I’m seated on the bed, just got done by the morning session of morning sickness.

"I think she is,"

He’s holding my hand with his one hand caressing it. I can’t help but hide this joy now that my morning is different.

"I suggest she go to the hospital,"

I chuckled lightly, he grabbed my attention. He furrowed his brows to me. He is really the one who wants to suggest. He was even smarter than the Doctor. He’s just over acting.

"I'll take her to you as soon as she can manage, alright."

He ended the call and frowned at me.

"What's funny?" I purse my lips. So that he can't see the smile I'm hiding.

“You need to eat your breakfast now. You need strength. ” he uttered and held both of my hands now.

I feel like I’m in cloud nine. Pregnancy never felt this good inside my head. I thought it’s all just sufferings, I forgot that the father of my child is here. Oh, not yet sure.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked.

"Anything, except milk." I said.

"You hate