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Chapter Eight

Author: LARRY BENSON
last update publish date: 2026-03-13 05:19:59

Pregnancy III

Charlotte turned her head slowly as soon as she heard the voice and standing by the bathroom door was Bruce.

“How long have you been standing there?” She asked.

“I am going to be a father.”

“You aren't, the machine is faulty.”

“Ohh Charlotte that explains the sudden vomiting.”

“Get out of the bathroom, Bruce.”

“So… you’re pregnant Charlotte?”

“I said, ' Get out,” she shouted.

“Don't you raise your voice at me, Charlotte. You are f**king carrying my child, show some respect.”

“I'
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