It was early in the evening and my team, and I were still busy at work. With the many things that we had left to do for the day, it seed like today would be another late night at the gallery again. Thankfully, my team was full of passionate mbers who were truly dedicated to their jobs. It was going to be rough, but I had the confidence that we would make it through.
"What about we hang this one here? Malissa, can you co over to have a look?" one of my staffs called out to .
"Sure. Be right there!" I called back before I quickly got up from my seat.
The mont that I stood up, I suddenly felt extrely dizzy. My head throbbed and it felt like I wouldn’t be able to keep my balance. I closed my eyes and took in deep breaths before slowly lowering myself back down onto the chair that I had been sitting on.
"Malissa, are you ok?" I heard soone ask from close to .
"I’m…" I began saying but then my head just hurt too much.
My body felt strangely hot as well and my chest started to feel tight. Suddenly, it beca harder for
to breath. Why do I feel so sick?
…
After my episode at the gallery, my team ended up very panicked and had gotten in touch with Hayden. I felt horrible for a short while, but the headache did pass along with the other symptoms, and I was fine again.
"So sorry about this. I guess I’m just tired…" I apologized weakly when I managed to find my voice again.
"Drink so water first…" a team mber offered.
"Thank you…" I thanked her gratefully before I started sipping on the water.
"You’ve been working too hard and staying long hours. You’re always the last one to go ho even after closing…" another mber pointed out.
"The exhibition is almost here so…" I replied softly.
"If you don’t take better care of your health, you’ll end up missing the event, you know…" my team mber warned sternly.
"I guess. Sorry for making you all worried. I’ll be just fine," I told them before putting on one of my best smiles.
Passing out and missing the exhibition isn’t an option. This round, I’m going to be showcasing my own work, so I had to physical be there to present the collection as well as greet the guests. Just thinking of the work ahead filled
with so much excitent.
Suddenly, the door to the gallery opened with a loud bang. My eyes widened in shock when I saw Hayden standing in the doorway. He seed out of breath like he had gotten here in a hurry.
"Hayden…" I murmured his na softly.
Without a word, Hayden strode towards
until he was standing right in front of . My team mbers quickly stepped aside to give us so room and private space.
"How are you feeling?" Hayden asked with full concern as he took my hand into his.
"Umm…dizzy and tired. I think I’ve been working too much…maybe it’s the stress. I should feel better after resting a little," I replied while trying my best to reassure him that I was alright.
He crouched down in front of
and stared into my face for a mont before he heaved a loud sigh.
"You’re probably pregnant," he stated casually.
"What?!" I cried out loudly.
My outburst earned
stares from all of my team mbers. I turned to them to give them a shy smile before my head snapped back to Hayden. Is he just teasing ? It’s not even a funny matter…
"Umm…let’s not talk about that here…" I muttered.
Hayden just nodded his head once at
before he got up to his feet.
"We should head ho for the day. Your face is pale, I don’t need to be a doctor to tell that your exhaustion and stress is eating at you," Hayden said as he gently pulled
up to my feet.
His arm looped around my waist as he supported . I turned to smile apologetically at my team mbers. They quickly told
not worry and that they would have everything ready in ti for the event. At that point, I didn’t dare give them any instructions related to work in fear that Hayden would yell at
if I kept on thinking about work.
"You’re very lucky that I just got back…" he muttered a little moodily when we got into the car.
"Oh, right. You were supposed to be back today…" I murmured.
"On top of overworking yourself, you also forgot that your husband is supposed to co back today…" Hayden complained with a shake of his head.
It was true that it did slip my mind with everything that was going on at the gallery. The work demanded so much of my attention and so did supervising my team of staff.
"I’m sorry, Hayden…" I apologized without an excuse for myself.
"It doesn’t matter…" he muttered.
By the ti that we arrived back at the mansion, I already felt quite normal. It was like the fit had passed. It was a very strange feeling to feel so sick all of sudden and then to feel well again. Hayden led
to the living room and urged
to rest on the sofa. It felt good to rest for a while and it made
realize just how tired I had been. Accumulating stress and exhaustion can be so scary.
Hayden sat down close to
on the sofa.
"When was the last ti that you had your period? Not very recently if I’m not wrong…" Hayden asked although he seed to already know the answer.
Well, now that I think about it…did I have my period last month?
My brows furrowed together deep in thought…
"You don’t even know, do you?" Hayden said with a disapproving shake of his head.
"That doesn’t an that I’m pregnant, though…" I countered.
--To be continued…
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