-Two weeks after the wedding-

"Kenzo, I'm fine!" I firmly told him.

"No, you're not!" He replied, grabbing the car keys from behind the main door of our house. Well, this house is a gift from Mom and Dad. We moved here three days ago after our wedding.

"You've been vomiting almost every morning for almost a month. There's nothing wrong with our dinner every night. So, I'm sure now that you're sick!" He said as he dragged me towards our garage.

"But Kenzo-"

"Please, baby, I'm worried. Let's just ask a doctor to check you up."

"Let me change first." I was just wearing my pajamas since I had...