BASH

I wake up when Trinity whines beside me. I'm sure she had a bad dream, which is weird because since we sleep together, she never wakes me up from a nightmare. Maybe she's overthinking her pregnancy.

I rub my half-opened eyes and sit up on our bed.

I nudge her shoulder slowly, but she doesn't budge. Her whine gets stronger.

"Trinity, wake up, baby." I continue nudging her shoulders.

She jolts awake, throwing the blanket away. Her eyes widen, and her face ...