Luna’s words had been eating me up and I was not able to rest. The only positive thing was that my morning sickness had finally disappeared a bit and I appeared to look as human as possible.
The only downside was that I was back again, knocking on the door of Christian’s office. After a long thought, I had decided to take up his offer and do whatever was best for the baby. This situation wasn’t about me or my fears, but about giving the baby a good life.
“The door is open,” Christian called out in his intimidating tone. I opened the door and saw him lean his head out of the window with a cigarette in his mouth. “I’ll come back later,” I said and turned around while trying my best not to inhale anything for the baby's sake but he had already put his cigarette away. “Don’t bother, this will be quick.” He said and sat down.
