I returned to my bedroom after Nancy and my mother left. Sharon was waiting in my bedroom and I finally allowed her massage me with the relief ointment. I found the experience quite therapeutic, but the thought of the entire pregnancy process still left me worried.

"Would you like to have your breakfast in the bedroom or in the dining room?"

Sharon questioned, gathering the ointment and the other equipments she used for the massage. I looked around the bedroom but I didn't find it only ...