Mila sat down on the couch, trying not to show her emotions at the moment. Zyran was seriously going to stay with her the whole day?! He was either tormenting her or trying to make fun of her.
"Alright, go through the form, it's more like a survey," the woman began, handing out a pen to Mila and another to Zyran.
"I need to understand what the little one has brought before I can do anything else," she smiled, checking out Mila's bump.
"How far gone are you?"
Mila bit her lips, rubbing her stomach. "In a week, should be five months."
"Wow, your baby is almost here. Congratulations to you both," the woman clapped, then continued,
"The first question is just a yes or no, so I'll ask, you both would tick. Then the last phase of the survey, we have a proper conversation. Please let me know if anything gets uncomfortable, okay?"
Mila nodded, pressing the book down on the table. She sat down on the rug and held her pen close to her mouth.
