Chapter 18 - In my story, you're the hero

Emma's POV

I work up alone in bed.

Alone.

That motherfucking Roman wasn't here.

I looked at my phone and saw the time almost hitting twelve in the afternoon. I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow; sleeping late wasn't my thing till that fucker knocked me up. I placed my hand over my stomach, talking with the small little bean, "You are draining all of my energy, and it's becoming really hard to love you, you know that," I groaned.

I rubbed a hand over my face before I got up to my feet, my body aching and tired. Great.

On lazy footsteps, I washed my face and changed my clothes before I left the room, searching for my lame excuse of a husband, and ready to make up a fight since he didn't wake me up earlier. I reached the kitchen but he wasn't anywhere in sight. Instead, my eyes fell onto his mother as she moved around, preparing food or something and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, as if I needed to wake up to this.

"Morning, sweetie," She said, noticing my presence,