Chapter 90 Longing

• We were already at our friend's house, with Alice deciding that Mark and I should sleep in the same bedroom, imagining that it would be a matter for my husband and my friend to see if Mark and I could reconcile. It was torture for me to lie down next to my husband, as the tension between us was palpable in the bed after so many months without even touching each other. In the morning, when I woke up, I rushed out of bed to go to the bathroom, where I saw my husband naked drying his body. However, my nausea was stronger than the desire to touch his perfect body. I started vomiting, feeling Mark holding my hair back so I wouldn't get it dirty, and we sat on the floor looking into each other's eyes.
• "I'm fine, I think I'll be like this until our child is born, or I hope this phase ends soon," I whispered.
• Mark helped me up from the floor, never taking his eyes off me.