Justin and Natalie returned home, where Justin asked Natalie to rest after she had lunch. He didn't want her to wander around here and there much.
He brought her back to the room and led her to the bed.
Natalie pulled her hand from his hold and moved back. "This is too much now. I just had a meal, and you want me to rest already."
"You had a short stroll after the meal. Now there is no issue if you sleep," he looked at her with a serious gaze. "Sleeping on the left side will help."
Her face turned angry. "Justin, I am listening to everything you say. That doesn't mean you dictate every move of mine. I am not even going outside the home—what more do you want me to do?" She raised her voice in frustration. "You make me feel like giving birth to our kids means being in prison. I am not liking this at all. Even when I was a nobody, a weak woman, I didn't like to be caged."
"I am not caging you. I am just following the doctor's advice," he said without any hint of emotion.
