How. Can. I. Possibly. NOT. Pregnant?!
It's ridiculous, really.
I'm a healthy 23 year old woman, who's clearly in her prime child-bearing age, has been having sex with a man nearly every day which on those days can be up to three times a day, so how, on earth, can I not be pregnant?
This is infuriating. Outrageous. Impossible!
"You must be relieved." I sneer as I pour the last drop of liquid from the bottle of Rose into my glass. I've celebrated the news with a bottle as soon as we hung up.
"Not more than you." He throws the same tone at me, swirling
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"There she is," Karl whispers to me as I smile to myself seeing Evie walks on the white carpet in her eldest's son arm.The entire top deck of this cruise ship is filled with champagne colored roses making it the most beautiful wedding deco I've ever seen. The view is spectacular because the ship is anchored with mountains as the background, sea breeze filling the air, the right temperature and weather; everything is absolutely perfect and dreamy.Thirteen year old Mason is so much taller than her mother. I was already surprised seeing his twin, Mimi next to their dad at the stage, holding the ring as they wait for Evie and Mason, but seeing the teenage boy himself, oh my God. He's gonna break girls' heart soon enough.Two identical flower boys whom I believe are Evie and Augustine's twin toddlers walk with an adorable flower girl in the middle, scattering champagne colored rose petals as Evie and Mason walk behind them.The song stops after Mason hands out Evie to his father, and I ca
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"I usually give her sweet stuff only on Saturdays because it's not school night. Now since it's summer, Hugo sneaks in chocolate or something behind my back all the time. So tired of chasing her to bed."He's been ranting like a true housewife, reminding me of my mom so much I bet he'd fit right in her circle. It's refreshing to see this side of him. He has all those DILF package, too bad he's married and gay.Though he certainly got my uterus vibrating again, itching to fill it with something so we'd have one Pao each.Huh, if only I can get pregnant that easy.
I'm suddenly color blind, because those red flags are looking real white right now. In fact, I'll gladly be running all around New York waving that red flag happily. Because I'm one satisfied woman when I'm being taken care like this. I mean, look at this spread! Instead of just having one dish for dinner, there's so many varieties as if it's a party. "Stop! We're supposed to be mad!" Her whisper-shout makes me stop chewing the content in my mouth. Oh shit. I really am a bad accomplice; I was too hungry since I skipped lunch that I accidentally took a bite of the chicken despite our pact to show our protest by not eating dinner. I grin at her as I reluctantly put the drummet on my plate, "Sowwi
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