"Is it because of Hendrix?" Monique asked and sighed. "Arianna, pregnant ladies tend to get emotional easily. Perhaps you're just overthinking it."
After a pause, she added, "Why don't I contact Ian and ask him to come back and have a look at you? He might be able to help you."
I agreed. Someone opened the door, and it was Hendrix.
I continued to talk on the phone, "Take good care of yourself over there."
"Okay!" To which Monique replied. She hesitated for a moment, and added, "Don't tell Josiah that I'm here."
Hendrix had already walked towards me, holding a bowl of plums in his hands.
"I won't," I quickly replied with a short answer, and I hung up the phone.
Since I had ended the call, he sat down beside me and brought a plum to my mouth while saying gently, "Try t
