Sara
It felt like my hips were bruised. Like I had welts on the bones themselves. My breasts were swollen and sore. I groaned and pulled the body pillow closer to me.
"Can I help at all?" Jaxon offered, timidly.
I frowned.
"Maybe just help me up and shower. I’m clearly not getting more rest before the appointment," I answered. I tried not to sound too rude or express how annoyed I felt. After all, it wasn’t Jaxon’s fault that pregnancy could be so uncomfortable.
Jaxon got up and moved around the side and lifted me up to a sitting position. He had that familiar worried look in his eyes–the one he had almost constantly during my last few weeks with Camilla. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. He looked terrified, like I might literally bite his head off.
Jaxon helped me shower and get dressed. I felt better in my stretch maternity pants. But by the time we were done, it was time to leave.