His Bride By Force
Although at this point, I was less Aphrodite and more an exhausted, waddling fertility statue.
I stretched lightly, then stopped in front of the mirror, one hand sliding down to my stomach. My belly was so round it felt like I’d swallowed the moon whole.
"Not long now," I murmured, tracing the curve of it. "By midnight, you'll be nine months. Just hang in there, you two. And hey…perfect timing for Mommy and Daddy's anniversary. Romantic, right?"
I nearly flinched at the buzz of my phone on the nightstand. Something about Vincent and his stupid random text messages was beginning to freak me out.
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