Which One Do You Want
Susan Mayer
All these luxurious jewelry, handbags, and clothes that Lucian gave me were packed and thrown into the storeroom.
When Lucian rushed to our den, all he saw was the empty room.
He was clearly stunned for a moment and said, "My Luna, what are you doing?"
I didn't look up but replied, "I just threw away something useless."
Lucian didn't think much, just smiled and handed me the gift in his hand, which was a limited edition set of pulp books.
I casually mentioned wanting it last month, and didn't expect him to keep it in mind.
"My Luna," he naturally hugged me and placed his hand on my lower abdomen, "have you ever felt uncomfortable lately? It's time for a pregnancy test tomorrow, and I'll be with you."