CHAPTER 118

　　Lyne pulled the wet hair that stuck to her neck away, swinging them on her shoulder to make it easier for Zeidan to clean her back with a wet towel soaked in the warm bath where they both stood. He stood behind her, tall and gallant.

　　He had been doing this for days now since she confronted him about not having time for her and the baby. But not with grudges. He was caring and gentle with his touch. He dropped the towel just at the edge of the bath and turned her to face him.

　　"How was your appointment with Stevenson today?"

　　He asked, slowly pulling her hair up in a ponytail.

　　"We talked a lot, especially about the training. He said there was nothing wrong with it as long as I am not overdoing it. It's just like exercising to strengthen my bones and make them flexible in preparation for childbirth."

　　She explained as he finished with her hair. He just gave a wry smile but she wanted to give him the whole gist.