Think of me

Evie's heart skipped a beat at what he said. His words had reminded her of what she had to do. There was a more pressing matter at hand. He was right. She had heard about women who had suffered miscarriages due to being overly stressed and being caught up in their sadness and hurt. She can never afford to lose their child. She would not be able to take another loss. Not one that was as significant as their child. It would break her. 

Letting out a deep sigh, Evie tried her best to stop thinking those negative thoughts. But it was hard to just erase these nagging thoughts and feelings. Not to mention the still many other things she wanted to ask and find out from him. 

Seeing her struggle, Gavriel gathered her gently into his arms. "It seems you're in need of my help, my love." 

"Hm? Aren't you already helping me?" She looked at him questioningly.