Samantha nervously bit the nail on her thumb and knitted her brows together, pacing back and forth inside the bedroom she was now sharing with Richard. Yesterday's unexpected events were weighing heavily on her mind and she couldn't help but feel extremely anxious which proved to be very taxing considering her current condition.
Exhausted and weak, she finally sank into the rocking chair Richard had bought specifically for her, placing her hands on her slightly rounded stomach.
"I don't understand this," she thought, "Why is she back here? According to the maids, she returned last evening, and Richard brought her to her bedroom. She hasn't left since."
Samantha glanced at the electric alarm clock on the bedstand next to Richard's side of the bed and noticed the time. It was already past noon.
