Luckily, we sleep alone. Not that we do anything, for Ignis doesn't want to touch me while I'm pregnant. He repeats the same words every time I attempt, and he settles in bed and hugs me tightly soon after.
«The doctor said you need to rest, and he said the pregnancy is at risk for a few weeks more.»
I scoff, turning my back to him and pressing myself on his chest.
«Hey, don't be angry at me,» he whispers to my ear. «It's for our baby.»
«Yeah, sure,» I moan.
«You were so busy tonight, though. You barely had time for me.»
«We danced together,» I point out. Also, I am the wife here. I should be complaining.
«You talked with that man, and also with Samuel. He's the one who signed the marriage certificate as a witness,» he continues.
Even though I'm unhappy with the rejection, it's comfortable to talk with Ignis.
