"Your baby is healthy, you have nothing to be concerned about."
"Then why am I not showing yet, Bishop?" I ask worriedly, allowing him to take my hand and help me up from the bed. He's been kind enough to come visit me in the apartment since Diogo won't let me leave. "I'm almost five months along and nothing. Where did the baby go, if it's in there at all?"
He chuckles and pats the slight rise on my stomach. "Not everyone shows or grows babies the same. Not to worry, your belly will get bigger in no time and then you'll be worrying about where your feet went."
I narrow my eyes at him trying to stuff the impulse to start screaming at him deep down. I tell myself he wasn't always this annoying, that the baby is making me think things I wouldn't usually think. Like every person that talks
