"What's wrong?" he asked, noticing her face.
Astrid said nothing, sniffing, and wanted to run off. But Andrew pulled her in for a warm hug – a gesture that surprised her, making her cry even harder. She thought the hug was for the baby, not her.
She pushed him away and ran to the bathroom, locking the door. Andrew was left confused, wondering if he had done something wrong.
Listening to her cries pained him. He realized he should have been more careful with his words, considering her pregnancy made her vulnerable to mood swings.
Andrew lay on the bed, waiting for her to finish. When she emerged, her eyes were red and swollen. He sat up, looking at her, but she didn't meet his gaze.
Astrid lay down, trying to sleep off her emotions. Andrew woke up at night to care for her, getting wate
