Alisha pov
It has been one and a half months since the incident. I have recovered and am now completely fine. I'm completely healthy, and so is the baby.
But everyone is still treating me like I'm badly sick. Yeah, I understand that the doctor told me to be careful and be on rest, but it is too much now. Everything is annoying.
I stared at the fruit salad in front of me and wrinkled my nose. Alexander said I must finish all this. But I don't want to eat fruits. It doesn't look tasty.
I sighed and leaned on the couch. I'm now sitting in the living room of Alexander's house. Well, apparently, it's also my house now.
When I was about to be discharged, we faced a huge problem. Not from my point of view. From Alexander's and my dear dad's and brother's points of view. Alexander wanted to take me to his home.
He said I should move in with him. He wanted me in front of his eyes. He wanted to stay beside me and take care of me.
