(Lena's POV)
Miller helped me bring my glass of water and, at the same time, brought over a dessert for me.
It's nice to live like that.
At least, that's what I thought after a few days of living like this. I think, even if I keep living here until my child is born, it doesn't matter.
But soon my mind was changed.
I don't want to be here all the time. I want to work, or whatever, and if I were to stay here all the time, I'd probably just go crazy.
Miller reassured me very patiently, but such reassurance did not have any effect.
I looked over at Miller and sighed softly, "Miller, you're working now too, aren't you? I know I'm pregnant, but I'm still mobile and I'm perfectly capable of doing something I can do instead of staying home all the time and I feel like I'm going to be sick."
