19. I CAN'T BE YOUR FRIEND

"How long before I get out of this place doctor?" Naa Larley tiredly asked as the male doctor checked her vitals. The door sharply opening barred the doctor from giving any comments to that question.

"You'll be bloody spending the rest of the pregnancy here at the hospital if you don't stop working." Louisa spat out in anger as she marched into the private ward with Mike in tow. They had both arrived at the same time, and were quickly directed to their patient's ward. The poor man rushed over to his wife and engulfed her in a long hug.

"Naa, thank God you're okay." He breathed her in. "You have no idea how worried I was." He whispered as he brushed a few hairs away from her face.

Louisa stood across the bed, arms folded. Mike was in an emotional position right now, therefore she had to be the tough one.

"You've got to stop working Naa... or at least work from home. Too much stress isn't good for you or the baby." She advised in a less angry manner, inching closer