If he hadn’t accompanied me to the hospital for examination in person, he would have thought she was a fake pregnancy to approach him.
When I got home, he prepared his topic of lesson for tonight and sat at the desk in her room waiting for me in the bath.
Because my hair is long, I don’t wash it early, I can’t sleep , and pregnant women had better not to use hair dryer, so he will ask me to take a shower before class, and my hair will dry when I go to bed.
Ryan Campbell’s eyes fell on me as I walked out of the bathroom.
I wiped my hair with a towel and didn’t notice his sight.
When I reached my desk, Ryan Campbell reached for me, looked at my belly and asked, “Your belly?”
I dodged him, looked down at my lower abdomen and said, “It’s obviously a little bigger.”
On the surface, there is not much difference, but I can feel it myself, and I try to wear loose clothes at school. I always feel that it is embarrassing for everyone to know about my pregnancy, and I will be gossiped.
Ryan Campbell stared for two seconds, stretched out his hand and pulled my skirt up. Fortunately, the skirt was ankle-length. I quickly pressed the skirt and stared at him. “What are you doing?!”
“Look at your little belly.”
“Pervert!”
“Swearing again?”
I quickly turned to the topic, “Hurry to class, I want to go to bed early today.”
Ryan Campbell reached out and touched her stomach, but was quickly pushed away by her. while he opened his book and began to talk about today’s lesson like nothing happened.
When I sat next to him, I deliberately moved my chair a little. I always felt that his next action would touch me. Fortunately, he was calm and only taught me seriously.
At ten o’clock, just in time for class, I yawned lazily and saw Ryan Campbell stand up. I thought he was going out, but I didn’t expect him to lie directly in my bed.
“I’m going to sleep! Why are you lying here with me?”
He looked at me, lifted his leg and said, “Massage it,.”
I went over and sat by the bed to help him massage his legs.
It’s the first time to give people a massage, and I can’t hold the posture or control the strength, I just hold it casually.
Ryan Campbell lay comfortably in bed and then said, “Strength up. Didn’t you eat enough at night?”
I looked up and stared at him, and my strength has increased a bit.
Only every once in a while he said, “OK, pinch the top a little more.”
I’ll do it.
“A little more.”
“Up again.”
Looking at the hand that has fallen on his thigh, and his erected penis, I understand that he is playing with me, and immediately stop the action on his hand and look at him with unhappiness.
“What’s the matter? ”
“Ryan Campbell, I’ll never talk to you again!”
Ryan Campbell smiled faintly, sat up from the bed and said, “OK, , pinch my shoulders, and you can sleep.”
I rolled my eyes at the back of his head and knelt behind him.
Ryan Campbell, who has been sitting all day, feels a lot more comfortable and really enjoys it.
But afraid of I would be tired, he didn’t let me pinch it for long before he said it was ok. Finally, he stood up and pinched his hands on my shoulders.
“Shall I pinch it for you?”
I quickly refused, “No, I’m going to bed.”
Who knows if he will do something to me.
Ryan Campbell didn’t delay me any longer, told me to tuck in, and then got up and left my room.
On such days, we’re getting used to each other’s existenc.
I used to think it didn’t matter where I went. There were no one I will miss, only my mother would call him occasionally and let him take time to go back and have a look.
He missed me so much, but he didn’t know what the woman’s heart was like.
Maybe I feel comfortable when he’s gone .
However, this is only what she thought before.
When I learned that he was going on a business trip for a few more days, I was calm. It wasn’t the first time anyway.
But this time it has become a little different.
I found that I always think of him.
Irene Nadine’s pov
When I get up in the morning, I will get used to looking for breakfast in the microwave oven, but it is empty, so the mood of this day is like this microwave oven , and I always feel that there is something missing.
Even if I go to school to study, I will remember what day it is today and how long it will take him to come back, and then I feel that one minute and one second have passed for a long time.
It’s even more difficult to adapt when I get home at night. During this time, he accompanied me to study and give me lessons. He always took pains to talk in his ears. Even if he always scolded me for being stupid, he never really disliked me. After scolding, he would only explain it to me in more detail.
Now, I’m alone, I’m not even in the mood to study, and I plan to watch TV to pass the time. However, I can’t read what’s on TV. Obviously, I can hear voices in TV in my ears, but his voice will always ring in my mind.
Am I sick? Why did it become like this?
I sat up from the sofa, picked up the phone unconsciously and found his number, but at this time all the impulse became calm and cowardice, I found I had so such courage to dial him.
What do you say to him after you call? I wanted to hear his voice for no reason? Want him back early?