687 A Martyr

The next morning,  Kenzie woke up not feeling well. She knew she had to get up and prepare for work but she felt reluctant to move.

"Ah, I don't want to go to work!" she complained to Daryl as she tried to get up from bed. She was sitting up in bed with her eyes still closed as she yawned several times. It was already six in the morning, the time she usually woke to get ready for her day.

Daryl chuckled and pulled her back to bed as he whispered, "Then don't go. I will take care of everything for you. Rest for as long as you want. Just do whatever pleases you, Baby. Sleep, eat and have fun today."

"But I don't want to part from you either. I want to stay here and hug and kiss you," Kenzie retorted with pouty lips, hugging her husband tightly and burying her face in his chest. Maybe it was due to her pregnancy but she was feeling too lazy to even move and all she felt like doing was to smooch her husband most of the time.