Drabble 13:

The next morning, Victoria awakened early with her stomach still queasy. This, she guessed, was her new normal.

She let John sleep as she dressed, going to do her toilet and then on to the kitchen.

"Buenos días, Señora Cannon."

"Good morning, Violeta. Let me help."

Preparing breakfast for the family and the ranch hands was a blur, her stomach in her throat. Any moment, John would come. She would reveal all.

Suddenly, she stopped, her dark eyes widening.

She excused herself and ran from the kitchen, realizing she had been wrong, that it really wasn't too late after all.

~HC~

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