ZIVA
A soft knock echoed on the door. I turned to Alpha Xander, or let me say Xander, and darted my gaze back to the door.
“Mrs. Ziva, it's time for your appointment,” I heard a feminine voice say.
“I will be there,” I replied as I slowly moved away from the bed. I walked into the bathroom and had my bath. Dressed in a maternity top and jeans, I walked out, only to find Xander outside the bathroom.
“I thought you left,” I said, as my brows shot up in curiosity. “Why are you still here?”
Swiftly, he opened the door without answering my question, and the silence that followed was deafening. What is this now, a silent treatment?
“I stayed because I needed to accompany you to the doctor's office.” He replied quickly.
“Hmph.”
Xander led me to the doctor's office quietly. When we reache
