He smiled softly, as if he understood that I wanted space, then immediately rose from where he'd been kneeling and returned to the sofa across from me.
"I'm a doctor too, you know. I was just making sure your heartbeat was steady. And I've arranged for you to see Professor Karen Walde, the best OB-GYN at our hospital. You should see her soon. Even though you've managed your thyroid and hormonal issues well, this is still a high-risk pregnancy. Don't—"
"What the hell are you doing? And what makes you think you have the right to decide which doctor I should see? How—"
"Just let me do this much. Rafael would've done the same if he were here."
"Don't compare yourself to Rafael!"
My chest rose and fell as he merely smiled faintly and took another sip from his cup.
My hand instinctively rested on my still-flat stomach.
My thoughts raced in disbelief.
