NINETY FOUR

Today was the day that I tell Sin about the baby. I'm happy to be pregnant, and I hope he will be too. But that didn't stop the fear—the fear that i might be a horrible mother. I'm scared that I might end up not loving my child as a mother should and end up doing all the wrong things. I moved my hand over his hair, loving the soft feel of it.

"It's still early; why are you awake?" Sin's sleepy voice rings out, and I smile.

"I had to use the bathroom and found it hard to fall back asleep." I smiled and kissed his nose.

He pulled me closer, my head resting on his chest. "You look tired, Amore." Try to get some sleep." He caressed my cheek, and I pulled away to peck his lips before laying back on his chest.

We stayed in each other's embrace, cuddling for some time, until I heard his soft snore and smiled, letting myself fall asleep.

The second time I woke up, the day was already bright and the bed was empty; I'm guessing he had to go out for an emergency meeting. The feeling of nausea se