CHANTELLE’S HOME
A weak smile spread on Chantelle’s face as she stared at her growing belly in the mirror. She was a week away from clocking five weeks, and it had been quite a long ride. Her body had taken different turns. Having to endure several emotions, some unexplainable and others just out of hand, she can’t wait to have it done. Her hands caressed her belly instinctively. Feeling the effects of standing for too long, she slowly walked to the couch and sat on it.
She had just sent out the orders she got yesterday and would like to have her feet massaged. Going to a spa seems like a good idea. However, the need to spend every penny wisely is at the top of her list. Asking Bryson to sponsor the session would have been the best option. But Chantelle doesn’t want him to think she is
