Forbidden Embrace: Reverse Harem of the Royal Siren Queen
The news hung in the air, a precious moment of pure happiness, as Raphael's heart swelled with love and anticipation.
Dr. Brooks's words were like a gentle breeze on a summer day, "You, my dear, are about four, maybe five, months pregnant." Raphael's face radiated pure joy, as he rushed to my side, his eyes brimming with tears of happiness. He grasped my hand, his touch warm and comforting, as if reassuring himself that this moment was real. His gaze locked onto mine, filled with love, adoration, and a hint of wonder, as if marveling at the miracle growing within me. I felt his hand tremble with emotion, as he whispered sweet nothings, his voice barely audible, "My child, our child..."
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