Shyla’s P.O.V.
Catherine was gone, and Moira was asleep after massaging my feet. Miss Lydia had sent a video for my swollen feet; it helped us to figure out the best way to relieve my taut muscles.
This heavenly relief had calmed my soul, and now another issue was bothering me with full force: hunger!
My routine of three meals and two snacks was disturbed by the so-called wonders of pregnancy, I was already counting seconds to get over it. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my son, but the itching on my bump, back pain, and hormonal mess was killing me.
“When will this end?”
This worry was ended by counting the days of my third trimester, then the videos of childbirth scared the s**t out of me. I shuddered in fear as a complaint rose from the depths of my heart.
“Why should a woman b
