Semua Bab A Substitute Bride For Mr. Voss: Bab 91 - Bab 93

Astrid The next few days passed by quickly, and it was fun. So much fun. Adrian became my tour guide, and we explored so many places in England and, of course, with me properly wrapped in layers of clothing to keep me warm. Not like I’m complaining. “You’re really not telling me where we’re going next?” I asked, hooking my hand around Adrian’s arm as we sat in a cab, driving to God knows where. He hummed, glanced at me, and gave a small smile that seemed almost shy. It was sweet. “I can’t convince you to tell me?” I asked, making my voice sultry and sweet. I scooted closer to him, and he narrowed his eyes at me. “Nope. And no, don’t do what it is you have in mind,” he said, and I chuckled before rubbing the beard that was beginning to grow on his chin. “I have nothing in mind,” I muttered, meeting his eyes, and he raised a lazy brow at me that said otherwise. I laughed. “Well, yeah, I do have a couple of ideas in convincing you,” I said, and he opened his mouth to speak

Ten months later Astrid “Oh my God,” I breathed, staring down at my parted thighs while Adrian held my hand tightly. He also watched quietly, or maybe fascinated. “You’re doing good, Mrs. Voss. I can see the baby’s head. We just need you to push a little more,” the doctor said before flashing me a quick smile. Adrian squeezed my hand reassuringly before rubbing my hair. “You can do it, baby. You’re so amazing,” he muttered, still stroking my hair. And with the last strength left in me, I pushed — hard. And then just as quickly, a little cry filled the room as I slumped into the bed, my eyes quickly filling up. Adrian had insisted I get an epidural because, according to him, he wouldn’t be able to listen to me cry or stand around comfortably while I was in pain. Probably the best decision. I felt a little pain, but it wasn’t as severe as the first time when the contractions started. “That’s our baby,” I whispered as tears spilled down my cheeks, watching as the doctor raised th