Chapter 6

Zoey's Pov

It's been two weeks since our last encounter with that arrogant man, and Emma never brought up the topic like it never really happened, which I find very unlike her.

Emma was done with her meeting, which they got the deal. After which we stayed a week, though we wanted to stay more but I had work to go back to or I'll be fired before I know it.

Being pregnant isn't easy, it's barely a month gone and the baby is already giving me back cramps. And with a very huge appetite, Emma use to suffer it all when I cried out every evening for ice cream. She would rush down the street and get some for me.

"Don't blame me, it's all the baby's doing." I always used those words to save myself each time she glared at me.

"Hi Mr. Hart. How are you doing?" I asked a patient, while waiting to hear his response so I could document it in his folder.

Mr. Hart is a diabetic patient, who had a cut on his leg. But due to the fact that he has diabetes, the wound refused to heal and rather made the cu