“Yes Doc,” he’s speaking on the phone.

I’m seated on the bed, just got done by the morning session of morning sickness.

"I think she is,"

He’s holding my hand with his one hand caressing it. I can’t help but hide this joy now that my morning is different.

"I suggest she go to the hospital,"

I chuckled lightly, he grabbed my attention. He furrowed his brows to me. He is really the one who wants to suggest. He was even smarter than the Doctor. He’s just over ...