" Where the hell is he?!!" Natasha's angry voice pierced cut across the small house she shared with Roel. She had been pacing up and down the small living room the house had, just like she did every night, waiting for Roel to come back.

Natasha didn't know why she got angry and irritated by any small thing quickly these days. She wasn't sure if it was because of Roel's overbearing attitude or her pregnancy hormones. Whichever one it was she didn't give a fuck. Roel's ...