"What do we do now? Let me rub it for you." Logan Ray's slender fingers landed on his wife's temples, gently rubbing them, an artist's fingers, always long and beautiful.
Watching her cozy appearance, he had just started to relax a little when Ava Charles frowned, "Dizzy... nauseous..."
"Shall I take you to see a doctor?" Logan Ray glanced at the time on his wristwatch, his hands continuing their motion.
Ava Charles raised her hand, searching for Logan Ray's wrist stopping his kneading motion, while her other hand covered her prominently bulging belly, saying, "No need, go see Sister Titus. With the baby keeping me company, maybe I'll feel better after a rest..."
Logan Ray didn't speak, his gaze fell on his wife's petite face, he knew Titus Zane was waiting for him, but he couldn't bring himself to leave his wife alone.
During those painful and tough days, it was her careful tenderness and silent companionship that warmed his heart.
