Millie Is Sick 3

Millie's body temperature finally dropped, and this was the first time I'd fallen asleep on Millie's sick night. It was so good to be home. I was not so panicked anymore, not to mention the baby's father was with me, even though he didn't know he was. I think that was why I fell asleep.

But what was going on? Why was Mike in bed, too? And his hand was on me… With this in mind, I felt more and more uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but turn over. The hospital bed wasn't very wide by itself, and now that I, Millie, and Mike were all in bed, it was very cramped. Perhaps my turn woke Mike, and he opened his eyes while awkwardly taking his hand back. I sighed with dismay.

"Melanda, tell me about him. What kind of person is he?" Mike, probably afraid of waking Millie, whispered

"What's there to say? That was a long time ago. It's in the past," I told him, then shrugged and looked away again. Suddenly, I felt nervous and awake.