MILA'S POV
I had just finished one of my multiple crying sessions when a knock sounded on the door. Hastily, I wiped my face with my hands and pushed the box of tissues away from the bed. It fell with a dull thud but at least it was out of the way and my secret was safe. Or so I thought.
Sniffling lightly, I got up carefully from the bed—holding my stomach—and waddled to the door. As expected, Venus's face appeared as I opened the door and I could see a small frown playing on her face. “Have you been crying?” she asked accusingly, inspecting my face closely.
I quickly moved out of her way and went back into the room with her following closely by. “Are you ready to go to the hospital?” I asked instead, trying to change the topic. She waited for me to sit on the bed before she did the sam
