Weight of a Choice II

The moment I stepped into my apartment, a wave of exhaustion crashed over me. I shut the door and leaned against it, exhaling slowly as if that would make the weight in my chest any lighter. My body ached in places I didn't know could hurt, but it wasn't just physical. It was emotional and mental.

I fished out my phone and dialed Papa Numero.

"Hello, my dear," his voice came through.

"Hey Dad, I'm not feeling too well,"

"Have you seen a doctor?" Concern laced his words.

"I just need rest."

Papa Numero sighed, "You shouldn't be doing this by yourself, Sweetie. I'm sorry."

"Its okay. I will see you tomorrow at the final hearing."

"Alright, but don't hesitate to call me if you need anything."

After ending the call, I headed to the nursery to see my baby. Her nanny was in there too taking a nap. Queen can be a handful during the day especially now that she is gaining some movements.