It was a gynecological ultrasound result showing an enlarged uterus, indicating three months of pregnancy.
I rolled my eyes, regretting not living off-campus to avoid this madness. I threw the results back at Janet, "Why should I care if you're pregnant? Why should you sleep in my bed?"
Thea cleared her throat and said, "What's your attitude? Do you have any compassion? Of course, she should sleep in your bed. Your mattress is custom-made, and the bed linens are silk, perfect for a pregnant woman like Janet."
Just forced to wake up, I couldn't be polite. "Don't act crazy here."
Janet wasn't angry. Instead, she seemed happy. She touched her still-flat belly. "Not just your bed. From now on, everything about me, my clothes, my diet, you have to take care of me well. When I say jump, you say how high."
It took me a while to understand what Janet was implying, "Are you mentally ill? Why should I be your nanny just because you're pregnant?"
Flora helped Janet sit down, acting obsequiously. Janet finally spoke, "Bella, let me tell you, the baby in my belly is your brother, the eldest son of the Jones family, your father's only son."