33. SEVEN-SEVEN

The same number had been beeping on her phone for weeks now; she didn't know whose number it was. The call always ended before she picked and it was never available whenever she tried to call again. She thought it was a wrong number the first time, but it seemed suspicious now that she had received four calls in different weeks from the same number.

"Are you ready?" Benhail asked, walking over to her side.

"Yeah, let me get my bag please." She smiled and left to get her back from the shelf. She quickly dialed the number again, hoping that the caller would pick up this time, but it was the same old story—unavailable.

She locked the phone and sauntered back to meet Benhail, "Where are we going?" She asked him.

"You will see when we get there," he took her hand in his. "Do you feel good and can you feel the baby kicking yet?" He looked into her eyes.

Emery grinned, wriggling her head. "I can't, but maybe soon." She assured him.

"Do let me know if the baby moves, please do."

"Sure, I wou