LIORA'S POV
The past few days of competition had completely drained me. Back at the hotel, I was sprawled on the couch in my robe, too tired to even think about changing into nightwear. My stomach growled, but I couldn’t muster the energy to decide what to eat.
"Hey, baby," I murmured softly to my unborn child. Almost as if in response, I felt a gentle kick.
"Oh, you heard mummy's voice, didn’t you?" I chuckled at the sensation, marveling at the little life inside me.
"I'm sorry for putting you through all this stress," I said, massaging my abdomen soothingly. "But mummy has to work hard so she can take care of you properly, okay?"
Before I could continue, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen.
"Hey, Becks," I greeted, answering the call.
"My love! I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it. Something came up, but I heard you wowed the audience with your unique style!" Becky exclaimed.
"Who told you that?" I asked, curious.
"I have my ways, baby girl," she teased.