Semua Bab ACE OF HEARTS : Bab 121 - Bab 130

We sign the papers, Yulia and Philip also sign as witnesses, and finally, the father says the words I most want to hear. I now pronounce you... husband and wife — he says, frowning — You may kiss the bride. I wait for the moment when they agree to kiss me, but I squeal when Raymond pulls my body to his lips, and Noah also joins the kiss, followed by Oscar, we are a mess of tongues and saliva that makes me laugh, and then they take the time to kiss me well one by one. On the street, my husband's men set off fireworks that fill the air, and Raymond takes my hand as he leads me to the exit of the church, and we get into a beautiful limousine. Taking a couple of turns, Raymond orders the driver, who quickly does his job; even though the hall is only a few blocks away, we will wait for the guests to arrive. I squeal happily as Noah pulls my body down onto his, my hands clamping around his neck as he eats my mouth out, and I watch out of the corner of my eye as Oscar has the partit

So, after studies on both Alec and Alex, as well as me, they discovered that my pregnancy was a hetero paternal, super fertilization pregnancy. It is a fairly rare phenomenon, being one case in thousands, where a second egg released during the same menstrual cycle is fertilized by a sperm from a man other than the one that fertilized the first. So my little boy Alec was biologically the son of Oscar, with his gorgeous black hair like his father's, while Alex, barely ten minutes younger than his brother, was biologically Raymond's son, with his brown hair like his father's. Everyone was shocked when they found out, and it was amazing to see how my twins, with their eyes as blue as mine, with their faces identical to their voices, their features, and so on, had hair of a different color. That only made them more special to me. Likewise, nothing changed between the twins and us. I was their mother, and my three husbands were their fathers; no matter who the biological father was

If they've never had a problem sharing you, what does it matter whether or not they co-parent a child? She shrugs. I ponder her words for several minutes while Yulia silently accompanies me, and finally, I squeeze her hand. What do you think about accompanying me to a pharmacy after you buy the dresses? ****************************************** Two lines. Two damn lines. I am pregnant. I know that home pregnancy tests aren't 100 percent accurate, so I went to the trouble of buying several of them from different brands to get a more accurate result. But all seven pregnancy tests I had bought had come back positive. My eyes began to fill with tears as I realized what was happening. I am expecting a baby, and I will have a baby. I would be a mom. I lowered my hands to my abdomen, although it was clear that I wouldn't feel any difference yet, since my abdomen was still as flat as usual, I felt excitement and panic filtering through my body. Doll ... are you okay? A knock on

I moan a little and squeeze Noah's hand as the device enters my Pussy and the doctor focuses his eyes on the monitor. This spot here is your child — the doctor tells us, moving the camera of the device inside my body and pointing at the monitor with his other hand. You are seven weeks pregnant. Seven weeks? I was shocked, but I hadn't felt any symptoms until these last few weeks, and my period came regularly. None of my three boys is able to tear their gaze away from the screen, focused on the image of their baby. Not all women experience symptoms during pregnancy. Some women may not experience any, others may experience them only for a few months, and others may experience them for the entire nine months. The doctor explains. During the first month of pregnancy, it is very common for some women to experience menstruation. However, if you experience bleeding again, you should come to the hospital immediately. The doctor continues moving the camera inside my body until

A shriek jolts me awake as I hear Penny's voice. Blondy, what...? Shut up! she screams excitedly, Give me your hands. Noah turns on one of the lamps on the nightstand, and we find the blondy sitting, her legs intertwined as she holds her belly in her hands, tears streaming down her face as she smiles down at her belly. Doll, what the hell...? Your hands, now. Not daring to contradict her, we place our hands where she confusingly indicates; the clock on the wall tells us it's four in the morning. And that's when I feel it. Her belly moves under my hands. I stare in astonishment at the rising space beneath my hands as one of my children begins to move inside his mother's womb, and my other son soon follows suit. Euphoria begins to fill me, and I find myself unable to look away. Your kids weren't letting me sleep, Penny smiles, trying to wipe away her tears. I thought your Dad might try to calm you down. We smile as the three of us coordinate to start talking to her belly,