There He Is Again My Ex Husband by Emily Jenkins

"Anya?"
Phil knocked again. Still, there was no response. Thus, he opened the door with the key Anya gave him.
As he entered, he rushed to bedroom after putting down the things in his hands. After seeing that the little lady still slept deeply
under the quilt, he finally sighed with relief.
He worried that something happened to her as she didn't respond all the time
But he soon found how tempting the scene in front of him was. Anya was sleeping on her side with her face buried in the pillow.
But her legs, long and fair, were exposed.
He disliked her wearing short skirt before because he didn't allow his beloved to be coveted by other men.
But he seemed to long for her now, too. Merely watching at her body had already made him indulge in fantasy, thus it was
predictable that what the men outside would think. It was so wise to forbid her wearing short skirt.
Fearing that she would catch a cold, Phil stepped forward gently to tuck her up. Unexpectedly, he was pulled away by the little
lady who was still in slumber.
Phil became speechless that she kicked off the quilt all the same. Previously, every time he tucked her up, she just threw it back.
Later, Phil simply cuddled her in his arms while sleeping.
"Tuck yourself up. You will get a cold." He could only coax her gently instead of holding her in arms now.
Anya suddenly pulled the quilt over her head and scolded severely, "Phil, leave me alone. I don't have class today and I need a
lie-in."
Although Phil was treated like this, he actually missed it much.
She loved staying in bed so much. In the past, when it came to weekend, Phil seldom forced her to wake up early and pampered
her willingly. Sometimes he couldn't wake her up even she had class in the morning so that he "had to" kiss her awake. And she
just got mad at him for interrupting her dream, even "roughed" him up now and then.
Even worse, she got up and made a complaint against him tearfully, saying that it was because of his excess of sex the night
before which made her late for class.

She must be drowsy at present that she had no idea where she was and thought she still lived with him, thereby rejecting him
like this.
If she was fully awake at this moment, she would definitely not be at ease.
Now she was so closed off to him that it was impossible for her to show other emotions.
Again, Phil pulled the quilt in order to cover her legs and then left her alone, closing the door and making the breakfast for her.
However, it was a huge torture for Phil to be a gentleman while getting along with his cherished girl day and night.
Later, it was a long while after Phil had already prepared the breakfast; and Anya was still in slumber, thus he had to knock at the
door and woke her up, "Anya, time to get up."
He gave her a shout. This time, there was a response from the room finally. Anya murmured in a sleepy voice, "OK..."
Then Phil heard a little rustling sound. It should be Anya who was about to get up. But in the next second, he heard a cry which
sounded uncomfortable.
He was so worried that he directly opened the door and rushed into the room.
As he got in, there was a sexy lady on the bed.
Anya merely wore a slip nightdress. At this time, she just sat up, and the slender hanging stripe slipped off due to her sleeping
posture. In addition, she never wore underwear while sleeping so that her bosom attracted Phil's eyes at the moment.
Phil stayed put dazed, so did Anya.
After a long while, she came back to earth and soon blushed.
She cried out because she got a pubis ache as she sat up. Perhaps she just slept so heavily that she forgot she didn't sleep well
last night because of this ache.
How could she think about that Phil would burst into the room? Hastily, she had to pull the quilt over her, trying to cover herself.
But Phil soon strode towards her and asked her nervously, "What's the matter? You sounded uncomfortable."
Phil's eyes rested on Anya's fair skin, making him feel sexy. He swallowed hard and refrained from his strong desire.

"Get out!" Anya covered her front with one hand while being about to throw the pillow beside her to the man with another.
However, she felt painful as she moved and then lied prone in a sudden.
Phil got into a panic. Regardless of the desire, he hurried to crouch in front of the bed and asked her in a nervous tone, "Anya,
it's not the time to be odds with me. What is troubling you? Let's go to hospital."
She was in pregnancy now. Feeling uncomfortable was a big deal.
What was more, her falling ill was traumatic for him because each one was a big one. He was worried to death.
However, while Phil was fully worried about Anya, she was annoyed at "It's not the time to be odds with me" said by him.
What did that mean?
He burst into her bedroom with her permission and saw her body. Couldn't she feel angry?
Did he thought that she was willing to be on the outs with him?
Was she an unreasonable and reckless person in his eyes?
As Anya thought about it, the rims of her eyes started to burn. However, she didn't want Phil knew that it was because of her
anger, thus burying herself in the quilt. And she couldn't get up due to "wardrobe malfunction".
Phil was worried about her so much, and he knew what she was caring about. Hence, he simply wrapped her up so that he
would no longer see her exposed skin. Then he just asked her, "Could you raise you head and answer my question?"
Anya unexpected that he could be considerate of her feelings. She just thought that he would directly hold her up and grilled her
about how she felt.
She still remembered that she was once on the outs with him, and she didn't want him to know her catching a fever, thereby
covering herself in the quilt in order to sweat.
He came to her and asked her what was wrong. And she just kept silent.
But he directly threw her quilt away and held her up who wore a nightdress. Afterwards, he grilled her about her condition but
failed because he got panicked as he saw her flushing due to fever.

Trembling with tension, he almost dropped her onto the bed. At that time, she was in a trance, but she still remembered that his
eyes filled with fluster and that he then wrapped her up in clothes and held her in arms, rushing to hospital.
Now, he actually knew that he should wrap her up first. Because of this, Anya cooled off a bit and raised her head, murmuring, "I
don't know. The bone linking my waist and leg was suddenly sore. And I'm not able to move..."
"But it is not a big deal. Perhaps. I learnt from the Internet that it may be the ‘Pubis Ache of Pregnant Women'."
Phil frowned and asked, "When did you feel it?"
Anya replied, "Last night."
Phil took a deep breath and clenched his teeth, "I told you to call me if you didn't feel good, didn't I?"
She just tolerated the ache from the night before?