Married To My Ex's Uncle
Having the go-ahead, Andre lifted the veil, crashing his lips on mine.
» Four months later »
I waddled down the hall, with Andre supporting me while talking relentlessly in my ears.
Fuck, Andre was a nag.
"Can you stop complaining?"
Like he heard the most absurd thing ever, Andre said in disbelief, "How can I not. Christabel, you almost fell."
I rolled my eyes, "you are just making a fuss out of nothing."
"Christabel, you are three months pregnant."
"And I can walk fine, that was because my leg was caught in the rug, so stop worrying."