CHANTELLE’S WORKSPACE
“I am so sorry to be of bother, Kai. It feels wrong to call on you with how many things you have to do. I didn’t know who to call. Everyone appears to be busy and I needed the help pretty badly.” Chantelle mouthed with an apologetic expression.
She had woken up feeling quite beat. The babies seemed to be throwing a fit and making her uncomfortable. Even breakfast was hard to bear, and Emma did her best to cook up everything she felt Chantelle had the liberty to consume. But nothing was helping, prompting her to resort to a plate of fruits. If she didn’t have a scheduled delivery to make by tomorrow, she wouldn’t have bothered to get out of bed. And that didn’t happen until the afternoon, when she begrudgingly left the comfort of the room to get dressed and head to t
