Alexander
Fiona looked extremely uncomfortable as the first day of the trial reached its end in the late afternoon. At least I was able to sit with her through the latter half, with my arm wrapped around her and letting her rest her head against me. But it was no secret that the day had taken a toll on my now very pregnant fiancée.
“Let me pamper you,” I told her when we finally got back home. “Can I draw you a bath? Or give you a massage?”
“Maybe. I think I just need to lie down for a minute first.”
I watched helplessly as Fiona collapsed onto our bed, closing her eyes the second her head hit the pillow. I went to get her a glass of water while she groaned and stretched, trying to find a comfortable position to lie in.
I knew sitting in court all day would be difficult for her,
