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Helma vomited until she could only spit out sour bile, her nausea overwhelming. She could not help but caress her belly and sighed helplessly. She thought, ‘This little baby was quite a tormenter.’ It had been more than eighty days. Recently, she realized that her belly, which was originally slightly concave when lying down, has become flat. In a little while, her belly will gradually start to round out, and she won't be able to conceal it anymore… Helma frowned. After all, this child belonged to Cole. If he found out, there was no guarantee that he would not have any ideas. She had to find a way to hide this child as soon as possible.

“Yes. That tells me you are at least twelve weeks along. You have many more to go. Your baby will be born in the hard winter, probably right after the new year.” I nodded. So I was right. I had a question for her. “How long until I begin to grow?” She patted the tiny bump on the lower part of my belly. “You are already beginning to show, my lady. But you will be able to hide it for another four to six weeks, perhaps longer if the baby is small. Loose clothing would help.” She tipped her head to the side. “If the king desires relations, however, there will be no hiding it.”

As she held her belly which was already huge, she suddenly knelt down and writhed in pain. "Ouch!" The pregnant woman was totally screaming in pain. I really want to help her but I can't. I hate myself! I heard footsteps and the pregnant woman also heard that, and she quickly hid in a large rock on the side of the cliff on which I was standing. I was surprised that she didn't even notice me. That I was just like a stone in her sight. As time went on, we heard loud footsteps from someone’s pairs of feet. I looked at the woman and she seemed terrified to be seen.

She sobbed silently as she got into a fetal position, hugging the child in her womb. She kept on crying quietly and refused to wail out loud, worried that it would affect the baby.

Comforting. Normal. When the lunch crowd finally begins to thin out, I wipe down one of the empty tables while my thoughts drift back to what Raven and I talked about the night before. My pregnancy. Mark knows now. But the waitresses don't. Every passing day makes it harder to hide the tiny bump beginning to show beneath my uniform shirt. The loose apron helps. Baggy shirts help. But they won't help forever. If I wait too long, they'll probably figure it out before I ever tell them.

She feared that if her husband discovered this pregnancy, he would force her to terminate it. "I must conceal this pregnancy to ensure my child's safety!" Elena resolved firmly. She stared sharply at the medical testing kit in her grip, while her other hand moved downward, gently stroking her stomach, which had never truly been completely flat. "No one must know. Liam must never discover I am pregnant. I will not allow him to touch or harm my own flesh and blood, even if he is the father." Elena finally stepped out of the bathroom after managing to master her emotions. She concealed the test kit deep within a hidden drawer of her wardrobe.

"Adeline, I—" "Please," I begged. "You're the only person I trust. You're the only one who would protect this child from him." Harrison sat back down, his head in his hands. "This is too much. There has to be another way." "There isn't," I said firmly. "This is the only way to keep my baby safe." We sat in silence for a long moment. Finally, Harrison looked up at me. "How are you going to hide the pregnancy symptoms? The morning sickness, the weight gain?"