The days went by quietly. I thought I could keep things together, but every night my chest felt heavier, like something was pressing down on me. I avoided looking at Maximus too long, scared he might read me too easily.
It was close to two in the morning when I woke up with intense hunger. The craving hit me hard. My stomach ached for it.
Baby…lets keep tonight a pass, okay? It’s too late… I tried whispering to myself while slowly holding my stomach.
But I felt like hiding or delaying it makes my baby happy because now my tears already forming in my eyes.
I turned to Maximus on my side.
Baby, you want your daddy to prepare steak for you too?
My tears formed more. What should I do? Should I wake him up?
I know he wont be angry if I will but…I’ll disturb his sleep.
But… I feel
