Helluva Boss Millie Pregnant 소설 & 이야기

"Born what?" My blushing face, already flushed with shame, retorted hurriedly: "What does fighting have to do with giving birth to a sister?" "Of course it does! Chris threw up his face proudly. "Joey told me that when men and women fight naked, they make babies." 'That's enough! I'm blushing to the point where my ears are burning. Antoninus, of course, was still smiling faintly in my ear. I gave him a warning look before explaining to Chris, "You can't have a baby in a fight, and neither can you fight with your clothes off." Besides, Dad and I didn't fight at all."

Alice laughed, even though they both knew full well that Millicent was expecting an ID photo of her sibling, not the jumble of shadows from an ultrasound “Bye bye.” “Bye bye, Mommy. Bye bye Daddy…” she waved and, before Micah could end the call, Millie moved a little closer to the camera, murmuring “I know you guys said you couldn't do this, but ask the doctor to get Nemo out of your belly soon! I want to meet him or her!" As if she was afraid of going through another session of scientific explanations of what a baby's growth was like, Millie slid her finger across the screen, ending the call.

"Mommy, you told me not to talk to strangers." "I—I know. But—this man, this is my boss." "Ah, the devil, the ugly giant with big ears who stole your cookie and made you stay in the office often?" Tommy sneered at Chase. Oh God! I’m dead, she pondered to herself as her face paled. Chase raised his brows at her. "Oh, baby, no, I mean. This is my boss, Mr. Johnson." "You say the same thing, mommy. Your boss is a beast. Like an ugly monster, but—but he doesn't look like a monster to me, mommy. He’s handsome. I like him."

She invited her to come to Jeswood when she had time to hang out. Whitney replied, "Millie is pregnant, it’s a bit complicated, can’t leave now." ‘Why does everyone become pregnant in spring?’ Jane was a bit nosy, but Whitney didn’t want to reveal others’ privacy, so she apologized. Jane stopped asking and said to let her know if she needed any help. Whitney sent a thank you. She saw Millie was still on the video call and said she went to the bathroom. "I’m on my period."

Mira's P.O.V The storm outside mirrored the storm inside my chest. Rain lashed against the wide glass windows of the De Silva estate, each strike echoing like a warning. The mansion was lit, but instead of warmth, the lights only cast long shadows that seemed to grow darker with every passing second. I stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed over my swollen belly, trying to steady my breathing. Seven months pregnant. Every step, every decision I made wasn’t just for me anymore...it was for the tiny heartbeat inside me.

"Are you insane? Do you have any idea what you just did?" I pulled up my pants and gave her an easy smile. "Of course, I do. You and Mr. Peters haven't had kids in all these years. I figured I'd give you one." Irene went pale with anger. She grabbed the showerhead and started rinsing herself out, trying to wash away every trace. I warned her, "That's not going to work. Water won't get rid of it." Tears welled up in Irene's eyes. "Then what am I supposed to do? Once my belly shows, there's no hiding it."

“He is not stupid Maria, the resemblance is clear and how are you going to prevent them from seeing each other?” “So what do you want me to do?” I let out a dry laugh. “Walk up to him and say hi, you do not remember me but I'm the girl from the club you had sex with for money five years ago and this is Nicole your daughter, I know you said you are infertile but miracles happen. Is that what you want me to do?” “Not the way you put it but yes.” “Come on Emily, I'm being serious ,and stop pacing around, you are making me nauseous.”

She waved her hands as she rolled her eyes “Who knows he could be broke, and I won't let any poor man raise the child to a friend of mine even if he's the father. I'll have my dad fund for antenatal care and bring nannies to–” “Milson…as in The Milson Heir,” I cut her off. It took her some time before she processed what I said “House of Milson?!” She screamed as I covered my ears “You're having The Milson Heir baby?! How are you so calm about it?!” “I'm terrified. A part of me wants to tell him the other part doesn't want to. Because what if he asks me to abort the child?” I asked, hoping she'd understand me.

Knock! "Come in." Mulan answered, and a burly man stood by the door looking very intimidating and scary. "You’re lucky, you know,” he added casually. “Not everyone gets an offer like this from a first time client. Five thousand for a night? That’s crazy." Five thousand dollars? I blinked hard in shock at the outrageous amount. That could begin my mom's treatment, that would buy me time to figure the rest. "Just go through the back lounge," he continued, pressing a master key card into my palm. "The VIP suite is on the third floor, the first room no 168..." With that, he left.

I get one free drink per shift, but the food is full-price, and since I didn't have any money on me, I just went without. I knew if I'd mentioned that I was pregnant, the boss probably would have taken pity on me and given me some food, but I couldn't drop that bombshell on Day One. Not yet. If Mr. Savin realized I'd accepted the job without disclosing my pregnancy, he'd be upset, and I didn't know enough about him yet to know what he'd do when he was upset.