Lahat ng Kabanata ng Salty Sugar Baby: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

“Everything seems to be okay,” Allie concludes after blabbering about the scan, result of my urine test, as well as the condition of my cervix that is ready for labor, “Your due date is today but you’ve been having frequent contractions over the week, there is a chance of you going to labor on your own in a few days. So… do you want to wait till that happens or you want me to check you in for induction tomorrow?” I’ve never had this option before because during both pregnancies, I didn’t even feel the contraction up until the labor was induced. I opted for the induction because I was all alone, and was too tired of being pregnant thus wanted to get it done and over with since most of the time throughout the duration of the pregnancies, I went through them on my own due to Dean being missing for work. Unlike this one, Luca has been with me all the way, doing his best to make me feel comfortable with all those princess-y treatment. I even experience the Braxton Hicks contractions. Per

All the hard work paid off because the next day when we had our check-up in the morning, Allie was surprised to discover I had already progressed with the labor, having 3cm dilation. I was in pain since six in the morning but I did not want to wake Luca, on top of the appointment just two hours later so I took it on my own, silently submerged myself in the bath tub, hoping I would have all the power in me to wait until at least he’s awake (naturally awake, that is). But of course, when he heard my answer to Allie’s question as to when did I start feeling the big contractions, he seemed so mad he went quiet the whole time though he only flipped out once we were out of her office- that I better not pull this kind of shit ever again as long as he lived. I said okay eventhough deep down, I knew I would repeat the same thing all over again because I knew we would still be in the waiting game even if we go to the hospital the moment I told him I had the massive contractions. Isn’t it bet

I haven't been very honest these days. You know how I agreed to be the milk maid post pregnancy, that I would not do anything beyond that because I have signed off my rights- he actually sent the papers on the fourth day when we came back from the hospital, legalised everything within the first week. The document dictates that he has Suri Sinclair's full custody but he would not stop me from seeing her, but of course, it would be with his permission. If we get to the technical part of it, well, yes, I had been abusing the agreement. But if we were to take it with a pinch of salt, I am actually doing as per agreement. He did say I can meet her, and he did give me the permission because he sent her over for the milk, it's just that instead of tiring the Nanny to come back and forth (bear in mind she is fifty-five years old already!) I told her that I'd just come upstairs and feed her in the nursery. ...and perhaps, I shouldn't tire myself out too because this is only my second week p

Luca Sinclair's POV“Okay, here’s one. Why do we call Deborah Deb?” She is back with another random topic, “Like, why not call her Bruh?” As expected, she giggles to herself with that lame joke, putting the phone that was used to video-call Deborah a few seconds ago in a sparkly clutch. Perhaps I am high from this drug I call Sophie Summers, but I chuckle seeing her being totally amused with that small enquiry, somewhat being contagious with the happy vibe she has been spreading since we arrive here. We have been compromising following the request I brought out to the table five months ago, about wanting another Suri. It took her two weeks until she finally responded, I thought it was a gone case because she had not said anything about it during the fourteen days duration. Life went on as usual, until she asked for another lunch and told me about her concerns. She did not want another baby, but she was tempted to have another Suri. She did not want to get pregnant, because she wan

Sophie's final POVGetting involved with a rich man has its own perks- for money, title, bragging rights. It depends on the individual what her objective is but mine was because I needed a good time on the weekends; my weekdays were reserved for my children. It was supposed to be a temporary arrangement, spelled in a black and white document which I dropped my signature on it a few days before everything started. Never, in my wildest dream, even after my involvement with Luca or Christian, I would come to this. Because I would always have this little voice in me that keeps reminding me, this is only a fantasy. Being with a good looking person with all the qualities like Luca Sinclair or Christian Smith, that is just a fantasy. At the end of the day, I would go back to my real life, where I need to work hard to earn a good one, instead of the fantasy of being a trophy wife. Today I am witnessing one of the perks of getting involved with a rich man. Here I am, standing next to my fath