The clock struck midnight and still no sign of you.

Aimée glanced at the late hour with a tired sigh, leaning back against the living room couch. The only comfort she had was the blanket wrapped around her shoulders and the black fluff ball that cuddled close to her barely noticeable baby bump, as if sensing the new life growing inside of it. Aimée gently ran her fingers through the cat's fur, trying to soothe her nerves. But it was impossible when she couldn't stop checking her phone.

Aimée absentmindedly scrolled through the flirty, inappropriate comments addressed to you, which made her blood boil even more. She shouldn't feel this jealous... Those girls don't even know her boyfriend in real life, complete strangers. Yet, she couldn't help it.

If she posts a comment about how you are her boyfriend and makes their relationship official, would that be a better alternative?

Aimée's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.

There was no need for waiting. She knew who it was.

Standing up from the couch with an angry look on her face, she makes her way towards you, who had barely stepped inside your shared home.

Aimée crossed her arms in front of her chest, giving you an icy glare.

"Where were you?" She questioned.