When I looked up in surprise, I found that he was smiling a little at me. I wondered how he could read my mind when I realized that I had instinctively placed my hands on my stomach. Quickly, I yanked my hand away from my own belly.
He’s getting it all wrong…but I don’t know how to tell him…
It would be weird for me to tell him that I actually don’t want to get with child, right?
I mean, I am supposed to be working hard to make a baby with Ren…and perhaps we are actually doing that…but…
“Umm…” I said, not knowing what to say.
“Oh…sorry if I embarrassed you. Please forgive me, My Lady. You just looked so worried that I thought…” the doctor apologized rapidly.
“Oh no, that’s alright. You are right. I am a little worried about…conceiving…” I replied before offering him a tight smile.
“Well, I am sure that there’s a lot of pressure on you. Please try not to stress and get enough rest. Stress can make it hard for you to get with child,” the doctor advised.
