"But I can't even stay in the kitchen?" she was curious, after all, women are meant to do these menial jobs. She was a woman, right? She needed to get accustomed to this then she would transition peacefully during her pregnancy period.
" It's oily and hot in the kitchen, wait for a while in the dining room and dinner will be ready." Being pushed she didn't resist, she just let him do whatever he wanted and he motioned her to sit down.
"But I don't have any appetite." She whined politely, deep inside in her heart she wished to grab onto this gentle side and care of his and at the same time, she didn't want to fall deeper into the abyss.
But how could she avoid when he tends to her so gently, how can she not wish to indulge herself in this warmth? It was a hell hole but she was unable to pull herself out.
She sighed as she leaned on the dining table laying on her arms.