Worries

She was unusually quiet despite the fact that she was on her way to see her favorite uncle. It wasn't quite certain if she was suffering from mood swings which was as a result of the pregnancy or it was simply due to the fact that her conscience was at a great unease.

Through the dark tinted window of the back seat, she had her gaze to the busy road motioning by, with her expression still gloomy. One hand was placed on her chin to support her head which was smacked on the window. The other was placed upon her three-month old bump in a possessive manner.

Close to an hour on the busy road had made her to be extremely nauseous too, making her feel the great urge to get out of the car. Or if she could simply head back home, she felt that would pay her a lot. God knows she had been trying not to puke her brain out.