Lexie sat by the table, eyes glaring daggers at the glass of water along with the tiny white pill Zheme laid before her.

Who told him she wanted her morning sickness gone?

Who told him she wanted to take her pills?

And who told him she wanted to see him so early in the damn morning?

That's right, nobody did, so why was he seated before her, a blank look on his face, hands clasped under his chin. "I already made breakfast, take your pills and then let's eat."

"No."

Zheme tilted his head, confusion invading his obsidian eyes. "Why not?"

"Because..." Lexie trailed off, shoving the glass of water...