Chapter25

Onanewnight,Ireallydon'twanttowakeup,hangover,paininmyhead,nausea,somethinginmystomach.ButIhadtoopenmyeyesbecauseIrealizedthattherewereotherworrisomethings,andthoseworrisomethingswereKeith.IreallywanttoknowifIcangetridofhimnow.

IthinkIcangetridofit,butthebadthingsIgetfromembryoscan'tsurvive.

ButwhenIopenedmyeyes,mydrowsinessandnumbnessdisappearedwhenIsawKeithsittingbythebedinthesameclothesasyesterdayandlookingatmecalmly.

Ah...It'sstillthere!

Iwasjumpingaroundthebedside,onlytonoticenowthatIwaswearingnewclothes,andnotthepajamasIshouldwear,butthebeautifulshirtsIliketowearwithlong-leggedpajamas.IguessthepersonIdressedbadlymustbeKeith.

Hebegantospeakassoonashesawmypanicexpression.

"Yourtemperatureisverylow,andnotwearingclotheswillmakeyouuncomfortable."

Iknowthisguywillbeveryweakafterbirth,butIdon'tmindswallowinghissalivawhenIseehimsquintinhiseyes.

"Suck?"Itisnotenoughtolookatit.Healsotookhishandandheldouthisindexfinger.