Chapter 15. The Scary Atmosphere

At forty weeks of Lavena's pregnancy

A woman with blonde hair looked challenging to descend the stairs. At the same time, the husband was guiding his lovely wife, even though his face looked worried. “Let me carry you downstairs, Wifey. I can't leave you like this."

Sweat seemed to wet the forehead of the young mother-to-be so that the opposite sex wiped it with her glove hand. "Yes, Hubby. Please do it, because I can't move anymore. It really hurt me."

As soon as possible, a twenty-five-year-old man carried his lovely spouse after getting her approval. The green-eyed woman endured constant pain in the stomach area, but she chose to remain silent as if she wanted to swallow all the suffering alone. The female fetus was moving more and more, thus adding to the pain inside the wife of Tristian Varden Writh.

A few moments later, the man, who had a height of one hundred and eighty-five centimeters tall had arrived at the ground floor. He hurried to get to the fro