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CHAPTER 110: It's Raining Babies

Auteur: Elysian Sparrow
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~~DELILAH~~

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I’ve been putting this on hold for a while. It’s now or never.

The fertility pills have made me bloated, a little weepy, and just irritable enough to snap at a waiter for putting too many ice cubes in my soda. Still, I took them. Because timing is everything, and my calendar tells me this is the window. Peak ovulation. Prime conception. One shot to make good on this increasingly psychotic plan.

I’m standing at Finn’s door, trying not to panic. My heart is knocking a weird rhythm behind my ribs. Not because I’m scared of him. Not because I’m new to seducing Finn—God knows that’s never been hard—but because this time, I’m not just looking to scratch an itch. This time, there’s a bigger purpose. A bigger risk. One that could show up as two pink lines in a few weeks and alter both our lives forever.

And, okay, maybe I’m also panicking because I’ve been doing Pilates religiously, and the thought of ruining my figure makes me want to cry.

I raise my hand to knock
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Jason Calderone
Praying Lydia is not a biological sister. Don't trust the mother, wondering if there is a chance the son is Knox's...."they share everything"...Finns core psychosis is on Knox
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Maddie
How often does the book get updated because after that plot twist I need to read more of it?! Finn is a PSYCHO, CREEPY, WEIRDO that needs to find a proper life. I don’t even Delilah near him just to save herself...‍♀️
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Chi
Whaaaat!!!??? O_o Loved the twist! <3
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