*storm's POV*

I finished the last portion of my soup and stood up. It wasn't exactly what I craved at the moment but I had not choice, before I could take another step I felt the kick of the babies and a sharp pain afterwards, for few seconds I couldn't move from the spot, but I managed to push my self through.

I cleaned my soup dish at the kitchen. I didn’t know whether to be awed or angry by how casually the lady on white broadcasted her privilege. Instead, i focused on the one thing i knew for sure. She looks so lonely. Someone like that must have needed...