Chapter One Hundred Three

AMELIA'S POV

Don't fret when I tell you that I'm almost due.

I was going to give birth to...not just one baby, but twins.

Earlier when we had gone for some tests, the doctor convinced us to see our little cutie, but instead...we saw two cuties.

I sighed when I brought down my legs from the table.

I felt bloated. Like really extremely full.

I felt something lick my feet, and I looked up to see Whitney rubbing me with her furs and licking my feet.

The first day I arrived in the Homelands after visiting John and Grace and telling Max about our child...he had gotten me a dog, saying in times like these, having a dog was good.

I couldn't deny that, because the little puppy that was growing rapidly had become my new friend whenever Max had gone to the office and Crystabelle wasn't coming.

"What is it, Whitney?" I asked, and it purred.

"No, stop doing that. I don't want to make chocolate now. I'm so tired, and there's no one here to make that." I whined to Whitney.

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