Elena Pov
"Good morning honey,"
"Calvin?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Um,"
"I'll make you breakfast, hurry get dressed," I got up and took a shower. My head hurt a bit. I felt strange but I didn't know why.
"Mommy," a little girl called.
"Um,"
"Mommy, come look at this picture I drew you," she said.
"Come show me too, Milly," Calvin said. "Breakfast is almost ready." I went over to the dining room and sat down.
"Mommy, daddy made chocolate chip pancakes,"
"I see that," I tried to smile.
"What's wrong Elena?" Calvin asked me.
"I don't know something feels wrong," I told him.
"Wrong?" he questioned. "Want to stop by the clinic and get checked out?"
"No," I insisted. "I'll be fine."
"Okay," he smiled. "Make sure to drive Milly to soccer practice today."
"Um, okay,"
"Mommy,
