(Arata)
The day of 14th February dawned like any other but little did I know it would turn into mayhem and chaos.
The falling of this particular day on Sunday didn't help because Baba was home. We had a quiet breakfast. My nausea hit me from the smell of fried eggs, and I couldn't eat anything except some orange juice.
Bitu perched up on my shoulder so I decided to go sit outside on the patio swing and smell the flowers to make that uneasiness go away.
My phone pinged. Karsten's name floated on the notification bar and my heart deliciously clenched. It yearned to see him, to be in his arms.
He sent messages daily and I always read them without replying. But that self-control was slipping away with every passing day.
Picking it up, I swiped to see what he had sent.
{Blue Rose!
It's a special day today so I am coming to see you. Please! Let me see you and meet our unborn baby. It has been too long.}
