Chapter 50
Hilary Moretti.
Two weeks later.
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I admit to saying that these have been my best weeks. The lunch at my parents‘ house went well. Of course, they still don’t like Matteo, but apart from that, it’s been great. During the weekends, my parents and my in–laws, they share Saturday and Sunday to spend with Lisa. They’re getting along very well, and my daughter has loved the attention she’s getting. DOM and Max are still perverts. Any silly thing I do, they take me to the bedroom and have sex with me until dawn.
But I’ve noticed that they’re paying more attention to Lisa, coming home early from work, and spending the rest of the time playing with her. I’ve been taking her to school; I’ve talked to the teachers about her; they’ve told me that Lisa is a great girl, always cheerful, and makes friends with her classmates. I’m very happy to hear that, but I’m sad if they find out she’s a Russian.
There’s something very serious bothering me these days. For four days now, I haven’t stopped feeling sick; everything I eat, I put out. The boys were very worried about me; they wanted to take me to the hospital quickly, but I managed to calm them down. But now the nausea is becoming even more intense; even the perfume I used to love to smell at Max’s is now disgusting. I don’t know what’s happening to me.
Dominic warned me; he said that if this continues, they’re going to take me to the hospital.
I’ve even been taking some teas to help, but it hasn’t helped. Furthermore, I even felt a little dizzy yesterday. Likewise, I’m really scared of
finding out what I’ve got.
Right now, I’m in the kitchen, drinking some tea to calm my stomach. As I wasn’t feeling well earlier today, the boys took Lisa to school and then went to the company, but DOM warned me that if they get home, and I’m still unwell, they’ll take me to the hospital.
Oh, I deserve it. Having one man worried about you is very annoying; now having two,
my God.
I hear the doorbell ringing. I go to the door, open it and see my mother–in–law.
Good morning.” She looked me up and down. “Darling, you look awful. “I sighed.
Good morning. I’m not feeling very well. I’ve been feeling sick for four days. Furthermore, I keep throwing up, and yesterday I even felt a little dizzy. “I saw her expression turn to surprise, “But I’ll be fine.
“We’d better go to the hospital now. I know the children I have; it’s possible that they’ll get stressed out by your stubbornness and take you to the hospital by force.
That’s what DOM said. He warned me that if they get home, and I’m still ill, they’ll take me to the hospital by force.” She smiled.
“I know my children; I’m sure they’ll carry out that threat. It’s good to see what you’ve got, so you can tell them straight away.” I let out a
sigh.
“Right, just let me get my bag.” She agreed.
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Chapter 50
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I went up the steps and ran to our room. DOM called his maids to come and clean that suite they’d mentioned, then they moved our things in. Finally, we have a room we can call our own; my things are all there. I’m still surprised to learn that I’m no longer a nanny but a mother–a nanny for my mother.
I went into our room and went to the desk, grabbed my bag, put my ID in it, my cell phone and my wallet. Before I left, I put a little perfume on my neck. “I went down the steps.
“I’m ready, Lorena.” She agreed.
“Let’s go then. We’ll go to the private hospital, where I always go for my appointments,” he said.
“Right.
We got into her car. I fastened my seatbelt around my waist, and she started it.
“I’ll text DOM and let him know I’m going to the doctor. “I said, looking for my cell phone.
“You’d better not. “I looked at her uncomprehendingly. “If you say you’re going to the hospital, they might drop everything and come running.
I laughed.
It’s true. It’s better that I know what I’ve got, so I can tell them at once.
“Yes, it’s better. I still can’t believe my children have become possessive men.
“You’ve noticed, haven’t you?” She snorted.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
