10

When I wake up on Sunday morning, the bed is empty beside me. I know Niko is not at church, he wouldn’t go without me and as we are keeping the pregnancy quiet, we haven’t been for months. So these days, only Tommy and Vincent attend mass every Sunday morning.

Releasing a sleepy oud yawn, I stretch a hand towards the nightstand for my phone.

Where the hel- I squint one eye open to narrow on its position then move my fingers further to the right grabbing my phone.

I swipe through my contact with half closed eyes before hitting the call button.

It rings twice before connecting.

“Where are you?”

There is a beat of silence “In my office, two doors from you” his voice grows increasingly sharp “Are you hurt?”

I blink once, twice doing a mental check, “No, I’m fine. Just woke up and wondered where you were” Then I hung up tossed my phone on the side and went back to sleep.

That afternoon I sit in the living room and stretch my hands above my body for the fifth time.

Gosh, my back.

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