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Edde asked, raising his dark brows as Elizabeth shrugged. "You got me pregnant Mr so this is your contribution hence you ain't going through all I'm going through, my bump is growing weirdly fast and I think it's because we are having a son, as you can remember the doctor said that male child comes with lots of issues so…" Elizabeth pouted childishly as she pointed at her legs "it aches so bad". "Betta this is insane, I can't do this shit! Just call the maids I'm sure you have seen them" Edde replied turning his face over.

The woman even trust her whole life with her, so she's curious what made her contemplate now. "I'm sort of jealous, Bammie. Is it a bad thing?" Sandra asked innocently while biting her lower lip. Bammie's eyes widened as she straightened on her seat. She gaped at Sandra as if she'd told her that she's pregnant and Dominic was the father of her unborn child, which was disgusting and scandalous! "I beg you pardon?" she asked in bewilderment and wanted to think she'd just heard it wrong.

Before I could respond, a woman who had been standing nearby noticed me. "Madam, are you okay?" I shook my head. "My stomach hurts." The woman's expression changed immediately. "You're pregnant?" I nodded. "Come. Sit down." She took my arm and guided me toward the side of the road. I lowered myself carefully onto a concrete ledge, keeping one hand over my stomach while my mother stayed on the phone. "Gloria, are you sitting?" "Yes." "Good. Don't stand up." "Mama, I'm scared."

someone responded. “When she is back she should assign Maria to a room, now get back to work.” With that, he turned and left. A blonde girl walked up to me. “Hi, I'm Sarah, I'm a housekeeper and we will be working on the same shift.” “Nice to meet you Sarah, I'm Maria.” “So are you married?” She asked. I raised my eyebrows. “No, I'm not.” “Well that's good, so am I,” she giggled.

Exhaustion weighing heavily on her shoulders. The pregnancy wasn't making any of this easier. She felt tired all the time now. Not just physically. Emotionally. Mentally. Spiritually. Tired of secrets. Tired of lies. Tired of feeling like a pawn in someone else's game. Across the room, Stella stood by the window. Looking out at the city. Thinking. Then suddenly she spoke. "What if the baby matters?" Everyone looked at her. Immediately. The room grew still. Julian's expression darkened.

Her sudden mood swings, her daily increasing appetite, why she always excused herself when drinks were being served at events, the swell of her belly and the tenderness of her breasts. How the hell could I have missed all of that? If she was pregnant then why the hell didn’t, she tell me? I would have loved that child as my own... unless it wasn’t mine. My wolf growled with a bubbling fury at the thought of someone else touching what was ours. My gaze snapped down at the trembling old fool before pulling his head far back enough to give me a clean view of his throat. This will be a swift decapitation. “Is it his?” I demanded. Offense and panic filled her widened as she quickly responded.

"Alright, Andrew, I understand. Don't worry." After giving her a few more careful reminders, Andrew finally felt reassured enough to leave the room. As soon as he left, the pregnant woman in the next bed couldn't help but chuckle. "Your husband is really good to you. Is this his first time becoming a father?" Lydia froze for a moment, feeling a bit awkward. She mumbled softly, "No, it's not..." "Not the first? Then you're really lucky! If he's still this attentive for the second one, your husband must truly love you!" The pregnant woman's face was filled with envy.

That was also when I was forced to another reality, that I had to go on with a marriage that didn't count, one that involved Camilla, and so she gave birth to the pregnant woman that I am in. I pushed everything to the back of my mind, my fingers curled on my lap, and suddenly it turns. I have a feeling that it has very little to do with the déjà vu, and more to do with the fact that this time I'm heading over to Italy and on a search for Jasmine.

157. 6 MONTHS LATER… “Congratulations, Mrs. D. Ville, you're four months pregnant!” Doctor Preston told Annabel, and she shrieked in surprise.. “Are you for real?” She asked because it looked like a dream to her. She was pregnant for her darling husband; pregnant with his second child. Doctor Preston nodded and she beamed. He handed over the test results to her, and she took them with excitement laced in every of her movements. She stood up and picked up her bag.