Jasmine was restless in the room.
She had nothing to do throughout the day.
She tried to sleep, but sleep refused to come.
Was she expected to do this for the rest of her eleven months?
She was going to go insane.
She was now seated by the large French windows of her bedroom and looking down at the pack as everyone went about with their life.
She felt trapped and suffocated.
She sighed to herself as she gently touched her stomach.
A baby.
A little pup of her own.
She smiled at the thought of her baby.
For the first time in her life she had something to truly look to.
There was a knock at the door and then Fiona came in.
She sighed a sigh of relief.
"Thank God you're here." Jasmine said in delight.
It was such a relief to now see another human being.
"I'm sorry I took so long." Fiona apologized and about three maids came in with trays of food.
Jasmine smiled. "As far as you are here, that's all that matters. All these food?"
