William blinked many times. "Lea?"
He turned to Lea as the woman picked up a clean glass that was neatly arranged in the corner of the home bar table and filled it with a few ice cubes. The sound of ice clinking against the thin glass could be heard clearly although Lea tried to do it as slowly as possible.
"I thought you were asleep," William said, then took another sip of the drink in his glass.
"I was going to sleep. But I do not feel good. Moreover, when I see your restless face like this, I can't help but worry about you," Lea answered attentively. "So, if I accompany you, maybe your burden will be lessened a bit. You can tell me anything, babe!"
"Thanks. But … you're preggers. You shouldn't drink," William replied as he frowned his eyebrows. His sight was a little bit hazy. He was half drunk. "You should ... go back to bed."
