“Would you like me to procure additional items for you, dear? “Is there ample remaining?” she enquires upon my completion.
“Negative!” I am satiated, thank you. That was precisely what I required. It was delectable and the quintessential comfort food.
She smiles while her hand softly glides along my cheek, and she leans in to kiss me. Mmm. She takes my tray, stating, “I shall return in a few minutes.” Do you require anything?I shake my head and recline once more.
Celine returns within ten minutes, stating, “I need to reassess your vitals.”
“Once more?”“I enquire, and she laughs softly.”
“Indeed, I have monitored them every three hours since our return this morning, while you merely slumber,” she remarks with a smirk. I was unaware. I observe her collect several items and take a seat next to me on the bed.
Initially, she measures my temperature using an otoscope thermometer. She then seizes my wrist and gazes at her watch. “Are—”
“Shhh,” she silences me. I am unable to suppress my smile. She appears exceedingly charming in her medical attire.
“What is your inquiry?”“I inquire.”
“The temperature is normal, and the heart rate is robust.” “I must assess your blood pressure at this moment,” she declares.
She previously expressed a desire to become a doctor; I am curious if that aspiration persists. I can perceive the calmness and confidence she possesses in her caregiving for others. Alyssa appeared composed and self-assured even while hospitalised. She measures my blood pressure, and as she begins to detach the apparatus, she smiles. “Everything appears satisfactory,” she affirms.
“I appreciate your exceptional care!””
“I share your happiness.”
“Previously, you mentioned a desire to become a doctor; do you still aspire to that profession?” I believe you would excel as a physician!I concede. Moreover, it would ensure her absence from the battlefield and secure her within the confines of a hospital.
“I have not contemplated it in quite some time, to be candid.” Upon discovering that Alyssa was not human, I experienced a moment of contemplation regarding my desire or necessity to be a warrior.However, I genuinely appreciate it. Becoming a physician entails years of extensive education, rigorous assignments, and prolonged hours at the hospital. It appeared incompatible with my life as a busy single mother.
“You are no longer a single mother, and if it is your desire, we could facilitate its realization,” I propose. I will return home earlier or adjust my work schedule to facilitate remote work. I desire your happiness and urge you not to relinquish your aspirations and sources of joy.
She beams, stating, “I appreciate your kindness, but it no longer aligns with my desires,” before leaning in to kiss me. “I genuinely like you,” she murmurs upon our separation, and I am grinning broadly.
“I genuinely like you,” I confess. She kisses me again, then rises and enters my closet, emerging in one of my t-shirts. She appears to enjoy sleeping in them, and I absolutely adore it.
She ascends into bed, nestling against me, and promptly begins to yawn. “Are you fatigued, infant?””
“Mhmm,” she vocalises. “Oh, before I forget, observe this,” she remarked with a smile. She reclines supine and raises her shirt. The first observation I make is that she is not wearing panties, “Mmm, pleasant.”
“Not that, you lecher,” she chuckles, “Observe my abdomen,” she states while caressing it. “It is most visible when I contract my abdomen,” she adds. She engages her core, yet her lower abdomen remains protruded. She possesses a small, spherical protrusion.
“Impressive!””
“Experience it; it is indeed firm,” she exclaims, and it certainly is.
“Is that our child?” Is this novel? “Or were we simply not observing closely enough previously because we were unaware of your pregnancy?” I enquire, astonished.
“That is new, and I am nearly one-third of the way through my pregnancy, which is logical.” I reclined on the floor prone, engaging with Alyssa, and it felt peculiar, prompting me to scrutinise it, at which point I observed it. “The physician indicated that I would soon experience significant growth,” she exclaims with delight.
“That is remarkable!” I eagerly anticipate.
“Me neither,” Celine responds, snuggling back in with another yawn. She succumbs to slumber first, yet I quickly follow suit.
Celine’s Perspective
Upon awakening, I perceive Cohen’s hand softly caressing my abdomen. I smile and glance upward to observe him lost in thought, wearing a gentle smile. “Are you enjoying yourself?”“I enquire, with a drowsy smile.
“Did I disturb your slumber?” I apologise!”
“No, you did not awaken me.” It is 7:00 AM. I slumbered for nearly 11 hours, I remark with amusement.
“What was the quality of your sleep?” What is your current emotional state? Do you require painkillers at this point?I enquire and leap up, not awaiting his response.
I am fine. “I was deriving pleasure from that,” he complains. I retrieve a glass of water and some of his pills from the bathroom and deliver them to him.
“Thank you, now return here,” he commands.
