In the days that followed, I hadn't been feeling well. The nausea became more frequent, and I wasn't in the best mood. Poor Ramsés bore the brunt during those times. I felt terrible for treating him badly, so I was constantly apologizing to him. He just nodded with a smile.
“Don't worry, sweetheart.” He knew I was trying.
“Sorry for being so cranky,” I said, hugging him.
“Don't worry, darling. I've been reading up on this, and I know it's the hormones,” he said with his best smile.
“Have you been reading about pregnancies?” He nodded.
“I have to be prepared for everything. We're going to be first-time parents.” I sighed.
“I'll be a terrible mother. I've only read one article. Even Sky knows more about this than I do.”
“Don't worry, my love. I'll help you. I remember some things from
