Page 121 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

“Water.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I know baby; I’m just trying to get the right temperature for you. I was downstairs for just twenty seconds.”

It was the seventh time. Seventh time yelling his name, and him jogging up the stairs.

But it was just a damn water. Why wouldn’t he get it right?

I moved to lean against the headboard when the chocolate I had been eating somehow fell off the bed.

Oh no. No. No.

That was my last piece.

My heart desperately yearned for my chocolate. But it was gone, on the stupid floor.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I hid my face in my palms. I just couldn’t do anything right.

I couldn’t do anything at all… because of my humongous belly.

“Please don’t cry.” I felt his warmth around me. And my anger at the chocolate reduced… a little.

“Chocolate is gone. And that was the last piece.” Yet again, I was crying over something silly.

This was how it’d been for the past three months.

I was literally a walking-ticking-hormone, exploding at the slightest thing.

My sobs grew louder. That’s what I get for fucking my boss. And the stress is what he gets for getting me pregnant.

But I’m still a mean bitch, stressing her husband out.

“Alfred will get more. Heck, he’ll buy the whole damn building if need be. Just please. Don’t cry.”

He kissed my forehead, and I nodded, bringing his lips to mine.

“Okay,” I breathed when I pulled back. “I still want the water now.”

He moved his thumb to brush the tears from my cheeks before hurrying out of the room to the kitchen.

Sniffing, I grabbed my phone and began surfing the net. I smiled when I saw old news of our wedding on a blog.

Shaking my head, I scrolled past. Minimizing the page, I opened another browser before searching.

Why are pregnant women so sensitive?

The little, long line at the top that indicatedloadingwas suddenly moving slowly. Too slowly.

Ugh. Before I could minimize and check my gallery for pictures of our wedding, I felt a sharp pain.

It rapidly spread from my lower abdomen. I clenched my eyes in pain. And within a few seconds, I felt another.

“Damien!” I cried, holding my stomach. It felt like my insides were in a horrible twist. As I moved to stand, I suddenly felt something wet trickle down my legs.

My eyes widened as I took in the soaked sheets. “My water just broke!” I screamed and soon regretted it when another sharp pain hit.

In an instant, Damien was beside me.

“Fuck. But you’re not due for another week,” he scampered around as if searching for whatever.

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