Bella Acker wrapped her arms around Damian Sinclair's neck, pleading pitifully, "Damian, I'm still carrying the baby."
Damian Sinclair was helpless, "I know."
"Then you..." Bella said, tightening her grip on his neck, lifting her rear slightly to distance herself from the thing beneath.
Damian Sinclair's arm stiffened, pinched her waist, his breath somewhat unsteady, "Don't move around."
Scared, Bella instantly dared not move, looking at him pitifully.
Damian carried her back to the bedroom, laying her on the bed, "Want to eat something more?"
"No... no more." Bella looked at him, shaking her head.
"Then sleep early, tomorrow morning I'll take you to the hospital." Damian leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"Aren't you... aren't you sleeping?" Bella foolishly asked another question.
A hint of amusement passed through Damian's eyes, he grabbed her small hand and placed it beneath him, "Baby, when I come to bed now, it's not just about sleeping. Or do you want it too?"
