Jules groaned as he came awake. Gradually, he opened his weary eyes and winced as the light from the sun flashed into them. He shut his eyes and tried again. This time, slower than the first.
He clutched the pillow that was underneath his head and set it at his back to brace himself as he sat in a relaxed position.
Jules frowned as his eyes caught sight of Janice, who was standing next to the window-whose curtain had been drawn apart with a hand on her bulging tummy.
He watched her bite her bottom lips, tapped her pointed chin and scrunched a pink envelope in her free hand.
“Madame…”
Startled, Janice swirled as she heard Jules' voice. “You are awake!” She exclaimed, ambling to his side.
“I am,” Jules affirmed, shaking his head slightly.
“Since when?” she asked as she gripped a thermometer out of the opened first aid box that was near the foot of the bed.
“I've been watching you for a while, but you were lost in thoughts,” he said, groaning as he opened his mouth for her to slip
