ISABELLE

I sat down back after coming back from the room where I was being examined.

It was a day after I regained consciousness and I was doing my last checkup before getting discharged.

Jake stood by the door, his arms crossed, his eyes never leaving me.

He’d been like this all morning..all day, since I told him I was pregnant for him.

Which was partially not a lie.

I was indeed pregnant…but for him?

I wasn't sure..

He became so protective, not allowing me do anything. I knew he meant well, but the new change was too much for me to handle.

“Jake, I’m pregnant, not sick,” I said,...