Kalix Noah's POV
My wife gives me a puzzled expression. That only means that she has no idea where she is either.
"I guess we should ask my parents tomorrow. I'm just curious whether she's dead or being imprisoned in the meantime," I remark.
"Let's make the request by tomorrow. For now, let's celebrate your big brother's wedding," Kassandra says. I nod and smile.
At exactly eleven in the evening, the party ended. My wife and I were already in bed. She turns around and moves closer to me.
"Good night, Noah," my wife whispered.
I kiss her forehead and close my eyes. "Good night, hon."
The next morning, my wife was having a bad day again. It's normal for her, and she recovers after throwing up for almost half an hour.
She says that it's nothing if that's for our baby. I feel bad, especially if she will experience that again in the future.
