Guessing

"We're going to the hospital, okay?" Erland looked at Maelie with hopeful looks.

Maelie sighed deeply, distancing herself from Erland by lying down with her back turned to him.

"I hate hospitals," she whispered.

"But you need to go to the hospital..." Erland held Maelie's beautiful but cold feet and gently massaged them. "Come on... Don't you want the best for our baby? I know you're a good mother... You won't keep suffering, you love our baby."

"I know, but I really don't like hospitals... I won't be able to sleep well, and I don't like medication either... And if you follow me to the hospital, what if your family finds out about your possible affair?" Maelie said anxiously. "I'm worried they'll track your whereabouts because you left the party abruptly. That would be really bad."

"No one will be able to track me, not even my father."

Maelie let out a rough breath, then lay down and looked at Erland beneath her, considering him and remembering how Tiffany had been so eager for his at