It’s been 3 years since you married Rafayel. Everything seemed magical and beautiful… that is until you started feeling sick. You would wake up and start vomiting day after day. Rafayel was away most of the mornings because of his work, but he always made sure to call or text you at least once.

Today was different though. You woke up and suddenly felt the urge to throw up. You ran past Rafayel and started puking in the toilet of the guest bathroom. Suddenly, a warm hand started stroking and rubbing your back gently.

“There, there Cutie. It’s okay.” He said softly whilst gathering your hair away from your face.

When you finished you looked at him in a way where you wanted to make up an excuse. However, as if sensing that, Rafayel immediately said, “You should’ve hid the pregnancy tests somewhere else Cutie.” He chuckled and stroked your cheek gently.