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I'm not feeling that well right now so my updates are going to be a bit slower in the next time. It sucks but unless one of you is volunteering to work as my personal secretary, there's not much that I can do until my hurting hands have healed properly.

This chapter here is dedicated to x0xElLax0x and Chemical Dreamer. Hope you'll enjoy.

**Chapter 101**

"I don't know how this could happen." she stumbled out while she wiped her running nose on the sleeve of her blouse.

"It's not like I'm some fucking teenager how doesn't know how to handle those things. How in heaven's name am I going to explain that to Stefan?"

I sighed deeply and handed her a tissue before I slowly sat down next to her on the couch.

"How far are you?" I asked her, while I started rubbing circles over her wrist in an attempt to calm her down.

"My gynecologist says I'm eight weeks now. God, this is a disaster."

"No, it's not. An earthquake is a disaster, but this is something good. It's life."

"But when we got married both of us agreed that we didn't want to have kids. Stefan is going to be a…,"

She swallowed hard before she continued.

"He's going to be a grandfather in less than four months thanks to your brilliant plan to use Benjamin as the donor for your child. I don't have a clue what to do now."

"Do you want to keep it?" I asked her hesitantly while I poured her a glass of orange juice. I had developed a preference for that stuff, although it was starting to give me heartburn.

"Yes…no…I don't know. I can't really see myself as a mother."

"But you're good with kids. Lilly is so thrilled when she gets to spend time with you and Stefan."

"Lilly is not a baby and you can't compare babysitting with having a child of your own."

"I know."

Her cell vibrated in her handbag and she pulled it out to read the new text.

"That's Stefan. Crap, how am I going to explain that to him?"

"Do you think that he's going to mad at you?"

She shook her head.

"I don't think so. But I don't think he will be thrilled either. He had this plan to travel the world in a few years and now. Jeez, I have no idea what to do."

She stood up from the couch and put her jacket back on.

"I'm going for a walk now and then I'll try to come up with an idea how to explain the fact to my husband that I screwed up our plans for the future."

"You actually know that it takes two to make a baby?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Swan. I'm aware of that. Doesn't make it any better."

"Look, sometimes the best things that happen to you in your life are the ones you never wished for. Lilly was sort of an accident too."

"Why am I an accident?" Lilly asked me worriedly when she entered the living room followed by our calf sized dog.

"You're not. Mommy meant that she would be very, very sad if you happened to have an accident."

"Does that mean I'm not allowed to use my bike anymore?"

"No, it doesn't. Just promise me to be careful. Will you?"

"Hmm,"

"Come here, sweetie."

She cuddled against my side and rested her head against my swollen middle.

"It gurgles."

"Yes, it does. Do you want to talk to the baby?"

"Can it hear me?"

I nodded my head and she pressed her mouth against my abdomen to mumble something against the fabric of my shirt.

Angela cleared her throat nervously and waved her hand at us.

"I'm leaving. Can I call you later?"

"Of course, you can and please stop worrying that much. Everything is going to be okay."

She forced her lips into a smile before she turned around and walked out of the room.

"Lilly, where are Jasmine and Zafrina? Weren't you supposed to stay with them?"

"They're still outside in the garden and they are fighting because Amarillo doesn't want to do what they tell her."

"Should we help them?"

"Maybe we should keep the puppy instead of them? Oh, please say yes, mommy!"

"Lilly, we can't…,"

Something small and clumsy scuttled into the room and rubbed its tiny snout against Fido's leg.

"Baby, come back!" Jasmine called after the little dog when she rushed into the room, obviously scared that Fido would accidentally sit down on the puppy or something like that.

"Use her real name. She needs to learn it." Zafrina told her reproachfully, twisting her hair into a knot at the back of her head.

"Don't tell me how to handle my dog."

"So it's your dog now? But last night when you made me stand up three times to take her out, she was our dog."

Jasmine chuckled and planted a kiss on Zafrina's cheek before she kneeled down and waved with a tiny piece of biscuit in her hand.

"Come here, Amarillo."

The puppy seemed to find it way more interesting to play with Fido's tail and didn't even turn its head in her direction.

"Baby, come to mommy!"

"Use her name for crying out loud. Don't you know a thing about training animals, Miss-I-was-raised-on-a-Ranch?"

"Guys, please stop fighting."

"We're not fighting." Both of them answered simultaneously.

"Maybe you should have thought a bit longer before buying a dog so spontaneously."

"But she chose me." Jasmine insisted, while she waved with the piece of biscuit in front of the puppy's face.

Zafrina rolled her eyes at that.

"I guess that everything is my fault. If I hadn't showed her that article about therapy dogs…,"

"It was a brilliant idea. She's going to be one fine therapy dog. Won't you, Amarillo?"

The tiny Golden Retriever puppy whimpered and a split second later a small yellow puddle started forming underneath it.

"Take her out!"

"Too late,"

XXXX

"Can you try to explain to me why our living room smells like some truck stop restroom?" Ali asked me when she wrapped her arms around me from behind.

"Jasmine's baby left a mess on the floor. I told them not to come back with it until they can control that properly."

"The puppy is so cute and Jazz is absolutely thrilled about it."

"Hmm, yes she is. She seems to be happy. Zafrina is good for her."

Slowly I turned around and cupped her face between my hands to plant a soft kiss on her ruby tinted lips. The tip of my tongue swirled over her lower lip until she parted her mouth a bit to let me massage her tongue with mine. A low moan escaped her throat and almost automatically my right hand moved down her spine to caress the small stripe of expose skin between her shirt and her skirt.

Like velvet, I thought, circling my fingertips up and down in small circles. Her warm skin feels like velvet.

"Momma, you're back! Finally!"

I pulled back and Ali kneeled down to wrap her arms around Lilly.

"Hi sweetie, shouldn't you be sleeping yet?"

"I'm not tired. Did mommy tell you that the puppy peed on the floor in the living room?"

"Yes, she did."

"That was funny."

"Not for those you had to clean up the mess." I mumbled, sitting down on the edge of the couch. My back was starting to hurt and I pressed my fist against it in an attempt to lessen the pain a bit.

"Are you okay?" Ali asked me, taking my hand in hers to squeeze it gently.

"Hmm, I'm good. Just a bit tired."

It wasn't necessary that she started to worry again. She had enough on her mind right now that she had to deal with.

"You shouldn't have stayed awake. That goes for both of you."

She lifted Lilly up and I fought the urge to tell her to put her down again. It wasn't good that she continued to carry her around all the time. Lilly was too heavy and Ali was so tiny and fragile herself.

"Stay where you are," she whispered while Lilly rested her head against her shoulder.

"I'll be right back."

When she walked up the stairs I tried to stand up from the couch again. A cramp went through my lower abdomen, so strong that it made my legs start to quiver slightly and I quickly sat down on the couch again.

The pain was gone as soon as it had started but I still wondered what was causing it. Was that magnesium deficiency or something like that?

My hands cradled my rounded middle while the little nudger kicked forcefully against my ribs.

"Stubborn little thing. You aren't going to make this easy for me, are you?" I whispered so low that it was barely audible.

Ali was back in no time and sat down next to me on the couch, taking both of my hands in hers to rub circles over my swollen fingers.

"How are you feeling? The truth – not what you think I want to hear."

"My back hurts, but it's not that bad."

She sighed and turned me to over to the other side while she started kneading the hardened muscles in my back with her knuckles. Damn it, how could such a tiny woman have so much strength in her hands?

"Better?" she asked after a few minutes and I turned my head to nudge my lips against hers.

"Much. You're really good at that."

"I'm a woman with many talents."

"Speaking of talents and those you have. Did everything go okay on the meeting with Didyme and the others?"

"Promise not to tell anyone but they're all just a bunch of middle aged women with way too much money. The good thing is that they really seemed to like my sketches. Didyme wants me to organize a fashion show."

Her caramel eyes started to sparkle and I took her hand in mine to plant several kisses all over her dainty knuckles.

"That's fantastic. When are you planning on having your big event?"

She blushed and pulled a folder out of her handbag.

"Let's see. Oh there it is…three months from now. That's not a lot of time to prepare everything."

"Do you want me to help you?"

She shook her head and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth to bite it nervously.

"I have to tell you something."

"That doesn't sound too good to me. Just spit it out before you are going to leave some permanent damage on your lip with your teeth.

"Didyme wants me to go to Italy with her to buy cloths and other stuff."

"Italy? You mean like Italy in Europe Italy?" My voice raised two octaves although I desperately tried to keep it calm. This was important to her and I didn't want to ruin that for Ali.

"It's just for a week. Look, I'm sorry. I really feel bad for leaving you here on your own."

"Don't. I want you to go." I want you to stay, I added in my head while I forced my mouth into a grimace that was supposed to look like a smile.

"You don't look as if you want me to go." she stated, rubbing her fingers over the metal of my wedding band.

"That's because I'm selfish. I want to keep you all to myself."

She cupped my face between her hands and stroked down my cheekbones with her fingertips.

"I can't imagine being separated from you, even if it's just for a few days."

"Me too,"

Her sweet breathe tickled my lips when she leaned forward, stopping just an inch before our mouths connected.

"Kiss me," I whispered, twisting my hands into the spikey curls of her short hair to pull her closer.

Her lips found mine and something like a very pleasant current went down my spine when the tip of her tongue caressed the inside of my mouth. I sucked her upper lip between my teeth to nibble on it while I felt her hand moving under the hem of my shirt.

"I love you." she mumbled against my trembling mouth when she pulled back a few moments later.

"I love you too. I wished that I could come with you to Italy."

"No way, I don't want to risk you ending up in a hospital over there because you get premature labor."

"Fine, I'll stay here and wait for you to come back like a good wife should do it."

"I'd always come back to you." she murmured resting her head against my under belly.

Her fingertips brushed gently over the amber shaped heart that was hanging around my neck.

"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."

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[A/N] I really love the quote at the end of the chapter. Does anyone of you know where I got it from?

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