Jasmine
A wince escaped my lips once again as a sharp pain coursed through my abdomen. I couldn't understand why I had woken up with such discomfort. It seemed impossible to lift my legs, and panic started to creep in. I hadn't gone for any prenatal checkups, and now I wondered if that was a mistake.
I lay in bed, waiting anxiously for someone to arrive and help me. Maybe the maid would come soon. After what felt like an eternity of twisting and turning in bed, a knock finally sounded from the door, followed by the voice of the maid.
"Good morning, Ma'am Jasmine. Mrs. Grace asked me to call you for breakfast," she said with concern in her voice.
"Come in, please," I called out as loudly as I could. The door swiftly opened, revealing the worried face of the maid.
"Is everything okay, M
