Nina’s POV:
Releasing a deep breath, I grab my stuff attempting to stand up, but it’s getting harder and harder each day. I’m not sure if it was the pregnancy or my heavy heart that made it difficult to breathe.
“Oh s**t! Nina, why didn’t you call me!” Matt shouts rushing towards my direction, helping me stand up.
My lower back is hurting, my ankles are aching, and with my swollen feet, I look like a bigfoot, fat bigfoot.
“I can get up by myself, Matt,” I said, and he replied with a little eye roll but halted halfway because he knew if he finished that he would be dead.
Matt had been extremely cautious around me nowadays, mainly since I kicked him off the bed for three days. He had been nothing but sweet and supportive, but everything he does irritates me for some reason. I’
