Once again I am blown away by your devotion. Ya'll are cracking me up and making me smile with the reviews. The lovely JamesOfJungle has offered to put me on her couch when this is all over...bwahahaha! So, the million dollar question seems to be: Is Bella dead or alive? Hmmm...I know...
It takes a week.
Wake up at six.
Relieve my greedy cock.
Fix breakfast and perform my doctorly duties.
Retreat to the nursery.
Fix dinner and run my checks, administer the medicines.
Relieve my greedy cock…again.
Retire at nine.
A week of the same routine before the gradual doses take effect.
When I enter the room she is pale and sweating.
Her face is scrunched up and I can tell she is crying.
"Good morning Jessica, is everything alright?"
"I think something's wrong with the baby, Edward," she answers softly, fear in her voice.
"It hurts so bad," she cries as her body tenses.
I try not to let her see me smile.