Chapter seven

ALEXA'S POV.

It was night, and time to sleep, but my head couldn't stop circling around my husband confessing his love for me.

I do love him, but I still feel doubt because he's secretive, and he doesn't trust me enough to rely on me.

Although it's not easy to open up to someone, maybe that's why it's taking time for him.

The door opened, and he entered in. He can't even make his calls around me. He had to leave to make a call. It bothers me.

He climbed the bed, laid down, and threw his right hand over me, his arm on my stomach.

I felt like wanting to know who he was talking to, but I decided I shouldn't spoil the mood. I tend to do that.

"Babe." He called, his eyes closed.

"Hmm," I responded.

"Stop thinking, and sleep. Your thoughts could disturb the babies from sleeping too."

I chuckled at his statement. I wonder what is in his head, especially about pregnancy. He always has crazy things to say. He can be crazy.

"It's late. Quit it." He said again.

I just smiled, and then I turned,