This restless woman won't rest. Her sleep was light, as long as he moved a little, she would wake up and ask, "Need anything."
Just before dawn, he was in pain. When he glanced at Ira, she was sleeping. Hence he didn't make a sound. He bit his lip, kept his breath steady, and resisted it.
Soon the pain vanished as he stared at his pregnant wife. He looked at her long enough to engrave her face in his mind.
Pure and harmless with one of the hand on her lower abdomen silently providing them warmth.
Not long after, Ira got up.
"Sleep. It's so early." Vivan mumbled when he heard some noise in the ward.
"It's bright already." With that, Ira pulled the blinds all of the sudden and fierce sunshine climbed the windows forcing him awake.
When she saw him shield his eyes, she pulled them back playfully, blocking the light.
"It's 6'o'clock."
'What would you like to eat? I'll make it. for you" Ira had a cheerful smile. Should he be hungry?
