My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

How long had it been since I looked at him like this? I thought.

He opened his eyes suddenly and our eyes met. I was stunned.

"Good morning," he said. As he had just woken up, his voice was a bit hoarse. He raised his hand and tucked the hair on my forehead behind my ear, and then he just looked at me in silence.

I felt awkward under his gaze. Faking a cough, I propped up myself and was ready to get up. But Hendrix pressed onto my waist and cocked his eyebrow. "Where are you going?" "Out of bed!" I tried to move, but I was held down by him.

I frowned, "Hendrix, let go of me!"

He remained indifferent, and he pinned me to the bed, putting his hand on my baby bump. I was five months into the pregnancy, and I could already vaguely feel the fetal movement. As if he sensed the baby's movement in my belly, Hendrix smiled and exclaimed, "He's

moving!"

His child-like behavior amused me, and I laughed, "Well, and I want to get up."

But he was in high spirits. He seated himself on the bed and assisted me against the headboard, motioning me to lie down. He then tilted his head and placed his ear on my bump.

he asked while looking at

words. Sure enough, the intelligence of a

books on pregnancy. Maybe you can learn something useful for the future," I got

hugged me from behind.

I looked down at them, I couldn't help but frown. There were a few

stiffened and noticed my gaze. He withdrew his

The room fell into a

me, took my hands, and caressed them. We seemed to

be too straightforward to ask him this

Noticing his odd look, I drew back

fact that he didn't have an answer was perhaps the best answer than hearing him telling me that all the injuries on him were related

would feel better if I didn't

back to the bed. He

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"My injuries."