Sara

It felt like my hips were bruised. Like I had welts on the bones themselves. My breasts were swollen and sore. I groaned and pulled the body pillow closer to me.

"Can I help at all?" Jaxon offered, timidly.

I frowned.

"Maybe just help me up and shower. I’m clearly not getting more rest before the appointment," I answered. I tried not to sound too rude or express how annoyed I felt. After all, it wasn’t Jaxon’s fault that pregnancy ...