Sarah's POV:
I stared at Jacob in disbelief. "So I won't have a say if I should abort my baby or not?"
"Our baby Sarah, our baby, and we both have a say in it. Now just rest and stop thinking you are going to die," he frowned and walked out of the ward.
Yes, let him leave; besides, I didn't want to see anyone. But my mind wasn't at ease. What if he decides that I get to abort my baby?
There was a knock on the door; did Jacob come back? It pushed open, and Anthony walked in, holding a plastic bag.
"Hello there," he said.
"Hello"
"Do you look angry because I showed up?" He questioned me, and I shook my head in denial. I was just in a bad mood.
"What are you holding?" I changed the topic, and he took out a bottle of yogurt.
"The yogurt from the temple in San Francisco, I remembered you loved it so much."
I chuckled and extended my hand before he handed it to me. "Thanks."