NELISSA’S POV
“I’m perfectly capable of walking on my own, Lillith.”
Lillith has just helped me get to my feet from the bed and braces her shoulders under my arm to help me walk. At my light rebuke, she purses her lips and relunctantly slips out from under my arm.
In the few weeks since my pregnancy has become public knowledge, every one seems to be caring a bit too much. I know it is coming from a good place and I’m thankful for all the attention, but sometimes, it feels like I’m an invalid.
Lillith reaches in the little bag slung across her shoulder and produces three vials. “Freda says you should take these religiously at least once every day. It should help with the cramps…and the mood swings.” The last part of her statement is a passing indictement on me for how I have just scolde
