I was sitting on the bed while Hugh’s arm is wrapped on the lower part of my body. He’s sleeping because he said he’s really deprived of sleep for the past few days.

I feel sorry for him so I just let him. She fell asleep when I played with his hair. It’s almost lunch, and now the life inside me is looking for something to eat.

My mouth is salivating thinking about some strawberry that’s being deep on a chocolate fountain. I want to wake him up but I don’t want too at the ...