twenty nine
Chapter 29. In sickness. Four weeks. She was four weeks pregnant. That's what the gynaecologist had told them. This meant that she had gotten pregnant when they were in Corsica. When they were happy. When they actually made love and didn't f**k. Hassan couldn't lie that he wasn't scared or worried. He had always made plans in his life and he had followed those plans. His life had worked out best that way. But now it was all to change. "You zone out alot these days." Anaaya commented, noticing Hassan deep in thought. They were in bed, about to sleep, her head laid across his chest. "I'm fine." He said back. "Sure?" She asked again. "You're pregnant, Anaaya. It's not something I can get over easily." He replied, she nodded frowning herself. "I'm gonna get fat. All my gym money, p
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