THIRTY FIVE

Mila slowly squirmed on her bed while feeling the nauseous sensation that had not gone away from her stomach since earlier. Roughly she pushed aside the blanket that covered half of her body, then she walked towards the balcony to breathe the night air which at this time was damp because it was mixed with the raindrops that had started to wet Chicago.

"Until when are you going to torture me, baby?"

Mila stroked her belly which was starting to bulge while sighing softly lamenting her unwell condition. She felt that her stomach was hungry right now, but she was afraid that she would vomit again after she ate her food like what happened a moment ago.

"What do you do there? You could get sick if you stood outside.”

Without looking up, Mila muttered softly in response to Ezra's question while still feeling the moist wind blowing on her face. It felt strange being around Ezra on good terms without a fight because she was so used to swearing at the man with her harsh words.

“You must eat. Fe