He Knows

MIRANDA

My stomach hurts. I lay on the bed with Antonio beside me.

He is fast asleep but I dare not move an inch.

That would wake him up.

I started feeling so uneasy. I felt like throwing up.

It was obviously the pregnancy kicking in.

But how am I supposed to handle it with Antonio's eyes all over me almost every second?

I kept staring at the ceiling, as I found it hard to go back to sleep.

It was 3 am.

That day was the La Routage event.

Antonio had already booked a hotel for me to stay at all through the day.

It was a bit far from the event venue.

But he still wanted me close by.

My stomach made an awful sound. I grunt in pain.

I covered my mouth so as not to wake Antonio.

I couldn't hold it in any much longer.

My mouth was already filled with saliva and I could feel my stomach making awkward and loud sounds.

I stood up from the bed, put on my robe properly, and tiptoed to the bathroom.

Ah! I can't go to this one here. The creaking of the bathroom door would definitely give me away.