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hotTraunasaurusI experienced the same thing during one of my pregnancies so this is all True Story đ„č
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"You are not aborting my baby again," he drops a hard warning the second we get out of the elevator, heading straight to his car, "I don't care if you don't want her but you're carrying her to term." Both of us didnât say anything to each other since we left the doctorâs office, most probably still processing the news because who wouldâve guessed itâs been three months without us realising thereâs a baby brewing in me. He settled the payment, picked up the medicine, then we went to the elevator that brought us to the parking lot. "I'll take her once she's delivered. You don't have to worry about taking care of her, I'll do it. I'll do it on my own." I raise an eyebrow hearing his absurd plan- he wants to take care of a newborn on his own? When he has zero knowledge on this? Where is this confidence coming from? Is it because heâll be hiring a nanny? On top of his family (his Mom)âs support?But whatâs more concerning is, where is this idea coming from? Why is he making this kind of
Salty Sugar Baby   111
If you think your life is bad, you should open your eyes and look around. Pretty sure there will be at least one person who has it worse than you. I'm not that close with Liz because she works at another location before being transferred at the main office here just a few months ago but from the look of it, she doesn't seem to have the best luck. I'm a few years younger than her but I'm already a senior executive while she's still a junior, I don't know what happened but she started her career quite late hence the lower position. I still don't get it till this day (which I believe I'm not the only person in the office to have this thought) why our boss who is such a nice and understanding person all these while, suddenly becomes an asshole when it comes to dealing with her. Drew is the boss whom everyone would agree what an angel he is because he wouldn't hesitate to help us be it on technical or personal matters. But when itâs Liz, oh my God, he's the definition of devil-in-disgui
Salty Sugar Baby   112
I've always loved winter, simply because itâs a low maintenance season for us ladies. Shaving our legs? Hello, we have tights for that. And those knee-high boots are perfect to ensure our growing hair arenât making their appearance to the world in case the black tights arenât concealing them enough. Bad hair day? Too lazy to wash your oily scalp? Donât fret, just throw a winter cap over your head!Bikini body? Nah, layering is the way to go! Hide your widening figure under that thick coat, put on a scarf to cover your belly fat, aaaand youâre good to go!"Youâve missed three lunches. Whatâs going on with you, Fee?" Mom nags at me the moment she sees me walk into the kitchen. There isnât any hugs, not even a hello, she straightaway attacks me with that question. "I've been busy with work." I answer her while watching my two children run towards their grandmother, hugging her that she instantly forgets about her rebellious daughter. To be honest, I was too heartbroken to deal with
Salty Sugar Baby   113
When I first came to Maison de Verdue last year, on the day I reported duty as a sugar baby, I had to give the security guard my license for registration and verification. But on the following visits, I didnât have to do it simply because the car he gave me was already in the list along with a sticker pasted on the front windscreen that would instantly grant me access into the building. After I returned him the car, and I started coming here as a friend with my own car, despite my plat number being on his list of approved visitors, I complained about the hassle of having to hand out my licence to the security guard for verification. He immediately got me a sticker that eased my visits because I then was able to go in and out of the building without having to roll down my driverâs window all the time. Fast forward to the first day I drove here three weeks ago after our official separation, I was surprised despite seeing it coming; my car plat number had been removed from the list of
Salty Sugar Baby   114
I remain at the same spot for some time until I'm absolutely sure he's not coming back. For all the visits Iâve done this past three weeks, it never crossed my mind that one day I would meet him this way. I never thought heâd step foot at this visitor parking space because all his designated parking spots are at another floor, thereâs no reason for him to be here so it puzzles me greatly, why was he here then? Did he⊠know I am here tonight? If not, why did he stand in front of my car that is parked at this corner which is quite far from the entrance to the elevator? It canât be a coincidence that he was picking up a visitor, he couldâve just waited by the door instead of going all the way to the right, towards the end where my visitor parking was assigned. Trying to calm myself with this disturbing hypothesis, I take a deep breath and decide to stay here for a few more minutes. I need to get rid of this overwhelm feelings, itâs too dangerous to drive home when I canât seem to focu
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You know what they say, fake it till you make it. I'm lucky he didn't see my surprised face to discover there's a possibility he knows about her. Because for all we know, he could be talking about someone else. Perhaps it's my sister, or my Mom, or even Abby. Maybe he's asking about one of them since today is Thanksgiving Day. You know, Thanksgiving equals family so. "She's good," I grab my handbag and the car key before turning around, forcing myself to act all calm and composed, as if we're indeed talking about Emma/Mom/Abby."Uhmmm," I glance at the watch on my wrist, subtly dropping a hint on how late it is, "I should really go. If you can tap the elevator for me-""You can stay here if you want." That recommendation got my attention as I stop fiddling with the car key that's in my hand, quickly raising my gaze to look at the beautiful face. "It's okay," I grin awkwardly, "I'll just head home."I've been stupid enough to do all sorts of things like sending the text messages and
Salty Sugar Baby   116
I let go of the sleeves while shaking my head, "I'm good." I'll stick with the one I'm wearing because it's not the top I'm looking for, but something to replace this annoyingly loose sweatpants. It's unbelievable how big this man is that even my widening waist is smaller than his pants' waistband. "Come on then, it's already 1. You shouldn't be sleeping this late. Wouldn't want your bad sleeping habit to affect her growth."He never complained about the time I go to bed, suddenly he's becoming territorial because of her? And please, you'll be surprised at how late I sleep these days, all because of your sweet baby girl who thinks it's gym time when 11pm hits, only stopping around 1 to 2am. As of tonight, she stops early, perhaps because she can sense his difficult father is around. Alright, let's call it a night then. I'll stop and get some sleep too, okay. I walk out of the walk-in closet and when I reach at the door frame near the spot he was standing at, he instantly joins m
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"Let's have breakfast, Baby." Itâs like Iâm dealing with Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde when he suddenly switch from giving that glare and uttered those hurtful words in such sharp tone, into this gentleman, the invitation was softly spoken as if heâs being careful not to break his Baby. "What would you like?â He asks in what seems like a whisper right after kneeling in front of me, directly facing my bump, âPancakes? Waffles? French toast?âPlacing a palm on one side of the bump, he continues asking my stomach, âOr a steak?" then proceeds to chuckle at his own joke. I canât help but to smile at this silliness because that was indeed a very bad joke but the way he tried to crack one with my tummy, itâs like watching a psychiatric patient talking to a wall.âCome on, letâs go downstairs. Iâll make it a surprise.âHe stands up and towers over me, the smiley face is gone the moment he looks at me. Huh, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde indeed. Who knew Iâd be living in a famous storybook at the age of 33.
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