Pregnant Without a Man
Whenever he had time, he took me on trips to help me heal.
We didn't talk much about the baby, but we both knew that pain would never completely leave us.
Three years later, I became pregnant again. The moment we found out, Jeremiah became overprotective, surrounding me with dozens of bodyguards and nannies—not even a fly could get close to me.
By the fifth month, Jeremiah stopped going to the office. He stayed home every day, always by my side. As my belly grew, my legs swelled up badly.
Every night, he'd stay up with me, rubbing my legs and staring at my belly with a worried look that kept him awake.
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