Chapter Hundred And Eighteen: Ante-Natal Session

The hospital's antenatal section was noisy with conversations and the flips and flaps of magazines. I sat in the waiting room, my fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the pages of a pregnancy magazine. My mind, however, was far from what surrounded me. I was soaked deep by the conversation I had just had with Thomas. Evans might have noticed my mood as he approached me with a concerned expression. “Babe, is everything okay? You seem a bit off." He asked as he got close. I managed a smile, attempting to pretend. I didn't want to burden Evans with my troubles; I just couldn’t, especially not now that weight was too much of a problem for him to handle as he already had so much on his plate. "Just a bit tired, I guess. You know how these pregnancy hormones are." I replied. He took a seat beside me. “You look good in your scrub. Aren't you supposed to have like a section or something?” “I do have in a few minutes, but I just wanted to see you and ensure you are okay.” “Y