The next day

I woke up feeling like my head was splitting into two. I raised a hand to my head, trying to soothe the headache. I couldn't take any medicine because of the baby. Stifling out a yawn, I continued to lay

"I brought breakfast." She said, entering

the room. She kept the tray of food on the table, but didn't bother looking at me.

"I'm just going to take a quick shower first" I said, pointing to the door and she

nodded.

I needed to shower first, it might soothe

the headache and I could muster a bit of strength and courage. I got off the bed, feeling...