The nurse pushed the needle in the crook of my arm. I winced. Harry pressed his lips together.
“Careful, you don’t want to create any more problems.”
I narrowed my eyes at Harry, and he pulled on the most innocent expression. Literally.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am,” the nurse, just around my age said apologetically. She blushed around the ears and I again gave Harry a harsh look. Why’d he have to be so mean.
“It’s fine.” I lowered my voice so only she could hear me. “He’s a bit neurotic.”
She gave me a toothy grin while she adjusted my pillows.
A few seconds later the lady doctor came inside the hospital room. She regarded my husband with a nod and said greetings to me.
“Okay Aabirah, so how are you feeling lately? Your tummy seems to be growing very fast,” the doctor uttered. She was be
