“When will you open those beautiful eyes of yours to look at me?” Marissa muttered to Bernard, who was still unconscious. She was cleaning his hands with the water she had in the bowl with her. She patted his hands dry with the handkerchief in her hand, then brought out the oil with her and massaged his limbs with it. She placed his hand on her belly as she felt the baby turn in her. The activities going on in her life these days are on the increase. It was as if the baby sensed that the father was not around and wanted to reassure the mother.

“Did you feel...