It had been a month since they had received a visit from the Department of Social Welfare. Camilla had been feeling a lot more tired than usual, but because of everything going on, she had just put it down to stress and exhaustion.
It was the end of July, and Camilla wasn't feeling well at all. Everything turned inside her stomach, and she was vomiting relentlessly.
Bradford was very concerned. He had not seen her this sick before. "I'm taking you to the doctor," he said.
"There's no need, babe, I know what is wrong," she smiled.
"What!" he said, shocked.
She laughed uncontrollably. She took out a dummy and a bottle and placed it in his hands.
"What is..." he stopped, realizing what she was hinting at.
"We're having a baby?" he asked.
She nodded in affirmation of his question. He w
