Matthew's face twisted in shock. "Did I really make you sick to your stomach?"I waved a hand dismissively. "Don't flatter yourself. My stomach's just upset.""You don't look well. Let me take you to the ER," he said, reaching for me.But before he could touch me, he was shoved aside."Don't lay a finger on my wife. Darling, what's wrong?" David appeared out of nowhere, his eyes dark with fury."My stomach... feels awful," I muttered.Without hesitation, David swept me into his arms. "We're going straight to Grace Medical Center.""I'm fine. You don't have to carry me like this," I protested weakly, resting my head against his chest."Letting me take care of you is a privilege I won't give up."David drove his Aston Martin straight to the hospital. At the hospital, after a full exam and bloodwork, the doctor returned with a beaming smile. "Congratulations, Mrs. Rockefeller. You're six weeks pregnant."I stared at the sonogram, stunned and overjoyed. "Well, looks like your a
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