All Chapters of Vegas Hangover: A Husband and a baby: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MIRANDA "I'm fine," I said for the hundredth time. My tongue was no longer swollen, and although the doctor had assured us that the babies and I were fine, Marlon remained insecure. "We are fine." Marlon was lying on my lap, his face turned toward my belly. I ran my fingers through his silky hair, and went back to watching television. I flipped through the channels looking for something that could distract us, but I ended up feeling my eyelids heavy, I yawned tiredly and rested my head against the back of the sofa. I was almost dozing off when Marlon's cell phone rang. "Marlon speaking," he said tiredly. I took advantage of him sitting up and walked towards the stairs, I needed to sleep. "Dinner? Tomorrow maybe," he said. "I'll call later." "Who was it?" I asked when I heard his footsteps behind me. "My mother wanted to know if we could have a family dinner, I see it as an opportunity to talk about the babies," he said. I stared at Marlon and shuddered. "Are you su

MARLONI hung up the call, checked the time on my phone; Miranda was taking a long time to get back from her walk.I hoped she wasn't overexerting herself. I had secretly called our obstetrician and asked if there would be any problems with her doing that exercise. Given the green light, I didn't protest when I saw her finish tying her sneakers, and after stealing a kiss from her, I watched her leave, resisting the whole time the urge to go after her, pull her against my chest and kiss her until she forgot who she was. One thing would lead to another and we would be doing other types of physical exercises...But I managed to suppress my desires and took the opportunity to call my mother. She seemed a little surprised by the strange request for a meeting, since I almost never did this.Although I am ashamed of it, unfortunately I didn't see her as much as I wanted to, both because she still lived under the same roof as Manuela, and because of my work which took up a large part of my ti

The Wenecker house was located on an isolated property, an extensive field with trimmed grass and a humble garden. This was the pride of Sarah Wenecker who, with dedication, would roll up her sleeves, put on her gardening gloves and worn-out jeans, and work hard to make it the garden of her dreams. There in that garden with roses of different species—including gardenias, daisies, blue, white, and red roses, tulips, and others that were no less exuberant—near a humble fountain, extended a path illuminated by lamps that ended up giving a magical touch at dusk. Perhaps that was exactly why the family dinner was taking place on a veranda overlooking that wonderful garden. Perhaps the host's intention was to soften any tension that might occur at a family dinner, especially when this host knew the important subject that would be debated. The pregnancy. But even with news that brought happiness to some families, or the location where the dinner took place near a magical view, it perhaps

MIRANDA A way to steal something without getting caught red-handed obviously required a plausible distraction. Of course, I did not expect the visit from that French girl, nor that kiss she gave Marlon, but as the saying goes: When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Although I wanted to punch the lemon and her cynical little smile, I had things to do. And so I did. As soon as I finished the bandage on my thumb, I opened the bathroom door and looked up and down the hallway. Emile was nowhere to be found. After insisting on bandaging me and being rejected, before leaving me "in peace with my thoughts", Emile handed me the first aid kit and gave a speech about her brother's integrity and the certainty of his feelings for me. She said with conviction that her brother's feelings were pure and loyal, and through her I discovered that Emma, the "colleague", was actually one of Marlon's old flings, and from what I could tell in our brief encounter, Emma must still harbor feelings

MARLON "A colleague?! The hostile tone of Miranda and her furious expression made a chill run down my spine. "It didn't look like a colleague when she had her tongue down your throat!" she shouted. If my wife weren't my secretary, I would send her for an audition to become an actress, because she had talent. I even got goosebumps with her murderous fury. "She didn't have her tongue down my throat," I protested, scratching the back of my neck. "Please calm down and let me explain..." "Explain what, Ethan? That you can't wait to screw that mediocre little French girl? Well, listen carefully! I don't tolerate cheating! If your wandering dick jumps the fence, I swear to God I will KILL YOU!" she said, poking my chest furiously. We heard the slight click of the door opening, but it didn't open completely. We took that as a sign to continue. "Miranda, my love, I'm not going to cheat on you! Look, you have to believe me that what happened between me and Em was just a misunderstanding! I