"Why are you giving me this heavy responsibility?" Travis complained while hugging her.
Jillyanna reached out her hand and caressed his face. 'He's got stubbles again.' she thought to herself. She really liked the feeling of his stubbles under her palm. "It is not a heavy responsibility. Come to think of it, I've lived my life for 23 years. My chance of survival is very slim. Of course, we know that the doctors would do their best to save me but if worse comes to worst, you have to choose our baby. You have to let her live and experience what we have in life. Don't take the chance away from her."
"What about you? What about me?" This time his tears were out of control. For a man to cry, it must be unbearable to him.
