I couldn't help but choke, waking him up.
He opened his eyes, looking quite nervous. "What's wrong? Are you felling unwell? Let's go to the hospital now."
Ian held me and walked out. I shook my head, pointing to the photo to explain that I was okay.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Morgan, I really want to change myself. Give me another chance, okay? I want to take good care of you and our baby."
Having grown up with a single mother, I couldn't help but feel emotional.
I understood the feeling of not having a father too well.
When I was teased and bullied by classmates, my mother always told me to endure it, saying that it was already good enough for her to raise me alone.
I couldn't bear my child experiencing the same.
"Ian, I don't want to threaten you with the child. You don't have to pretend to be good to me for the child."
Ian affectionately held me in his arms, rubbing my nose.
"Honey, you are just prone to overthink it due to the fluctuations in hormones. I only care about you and our baby now.
"After I finish these two days of work, I will accompany you to the next check-up. Promise me, you have to be fine."
Marriage requires the joint management of both sides.