Angelika's POV
I look at the book and then at my hands. I blink and read the instructions again. "How come that knitting was harder than embroidering?" I whispered.
I want to make socks and beanies for my son and husband, but I... FAILED. Literally failed hundreds of times! In a few months, our child will meet us.
I'm six months pregnant, and my tummy is already huge. I decided to learn how to knit because I want to make some clothes for the baby, but...
"Your Grace, here's your—oh my gosh! Your hands! Someone! Call a physician! Grab the medicine and bring it here! Quick!" Nanny Maya roared. She grabs the thread and needles.
She checked my hands and saw the cuts and pricks that I received from the needles. "It's okay. They are no longer bleeding. No need to panic," I remarked.
My husband and I already had a name in our mind. If it's a boy, we'll name him Raynald. If it's a girl, it will be Lyka. But whatever the sex would be, we'll use those names for our future children.
