Layla's POV
I woke up the next day feeling better than I had felt for a long time. Maybe it was because of the fact that I had had a good sleep or the fact that I knew that the baby in my stomach was kicking me repeatedly.
It was shocking to me that he had started kicking even at this tender age. Instantly I knew that he was gonna be a great one. My face was beaming with smiles. A tiny voice at the back of my mind kept whispering to me that I wasn’t supposed to be smiling and that I was supposed to be crying instead. I creased my brows in confusion.
Why would my subconscious be telling me not to smile? I was confused. It was as if I had forgotten about my pain for a while that I didn’t remember that my uncle was dead.
I creased my brows for the last time and that was when it dawned on
