Ch 42 - Write My Obituary When I Die

SILAS

Pregnancy sex has to be the kind of sex. The woman’s hormones are sky high, but she’s also incredibly responsive. She’s more sensitive to touch and highly expressive. Angelina was amazing, but she also wasn’t tired, which surprised me.

“Now are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” I asked her as we lay in our bed.

“I really don’t know Silas. I’m a pregnant woman. My emotions and thoughts are all over the place. I want to cry almost all the time without good reason. I feel good one moment, and the next I don’t. Don’t even get me started on the morning sickness,” she sighed.

“Angel, I’m here for you. Why didn’t you tell me all of this before?” I questioned.

She shrugged. “I didn’t want you to worry about something as small as my rollercoaster emotions.”

I made her look at me. “You, Thaddeus