Roxana was grumpy and fretful after the doctor left, and I knew most of it was due to the fact that I’d kept her up all night and into the early morning, plus the added excitement of the last few hours. Still, I had to fight her to stay in bed, which she did only after I manhandled her stubborn ass into compliance. I learned a neat new trick in the meantime and feel no shame in using that sh*t to my advantage going forward.
It seems like as much as she wants to deny both mine and the doctor’s assumption that she’s pregnant, the mere possibility has put her in a bind. The very mention of her needing to rest because of her condition, something I have no idea about, to be honest, was enough to make her settle down and do as she’s told.