My Husband Named Our Daughter, After His First Love

It was almost eight o'clock when Shawn came back with Mian.

I didn't turn on the light, and Mian came into the room and went straight to me who was standing in front of the window.

Shawn turned on the main light, and the light hurt my eyes.

I covered my eyes and felt dizzy.

"What's wrong with you?"

Shawn helped me sit down on the sofa. His cold hand rested on my forehead for a moment, and he quickly went into the house to take out the ear thermometer.

"You're having a fever, Alice, why didn't you tell me?"

His tone sounded reproach.

I closed my eyes and let him look at me.

I didn't know how his relationship developed with that girl.

Did they kiss or have sex?

Thinking of this, my stomach churned, and then I covered my mouth and ran to the bathroom.

"Mom, are you going to have a baby?"

I was squatting beside the toilet and retching, and Mian came over and handed me a wet wipe.

I looked up and met Shawn's complicated look.

I had no idea how to explain to a four-year-old kid how babies came.

Shawn and I hadn't had sex for nearly half a year.

I'd been with him for seven years, but we had sex no more than ten times in total.

And every time he did it when he was drunk.