I stand right in front of him breathing so fast!. Yet I can't find the right words.

When I thought everything about us was over. Boom!. A baby!.

I am restless. My mind goes blank.

"Grace you are burning!.

Andrew whispers placing his hands on my forehead!...

"Never mind!."

I pull it off, rushing to the toilet to throw-up!.

"Excuse me!."

I came back wiping my mouth with some toilet tissue.

"Are you ill?. Grace, you don't need to work your ass up. You definitely need some rest."

Andrew insists

I feel so dizzy!.

"What is wrong with you?."

He insists again

I am still searching for the right words...