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Chapter One Hundred and Forty seven
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Weeks later... I stared down at the beautiful bare bodied woman laying under me that morning. There was something different about her. "Your body's changing." I said plainly, pulling out after I cummed inside her. "What are you talking about?" She asked with a frown. I shook my head. "Nothing at all, just go clean up." I got off her and dragged my pants so I could put them on. I picked up my phone and to do my little research on what I knew about women. She went into the bathroom and came out of the closet in one of my shirts that looked like a dress on her. I watched as she picked up her comb from the vanity and began styling her disheveled hair. "Ariana?" I called out to her. "Yeah babe?" She answered, turning to glance at me before staring back at herself in the mirror. "Are you pregnant?" The comb reflexively dropped from her hand, while she stayed stiff in front of the mirror. "What?" She asked trying to regain her composure. A bit too late, if you ask me. "I asked you
Being His Wife One Hundred and Forty nine
Ariana's POV; "Twins?!" Damien looked like he was about to faint. He accompanied me for my doctor's appointment as usual and we just found out that we're expecting twins. I swallowed and blinked rapidly, trying to fight the overjoyed smile that was clawing on to my face. Someone wanted just one but his sperm had other plans. "Ariana, I only agreed to having one baby and now we're going to have two of them?! How?" He loosened a few buttons on his shirt. "I don't have twins in my family so this is definitely your fault." I shrugged, smiling at the doctor as he congratulated us. "Oh well, at least you wouldn't have to bother me for another baby in future." He shrugged. Well that's what he thought but time would tell if I was going to have more kids or not. Damien had been the sweetest though. He carried me like an egg just like everyone else back at the house. Gosh! They wouldn't let me lift a finger after we announced that we were expecting during one of our usual Sunday brunch
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Final chapter Damien's POV; It had been way over an hour. She squeezed my palm so tightly as she pushed, screaming her lungs out while at it. I just wanted to cry but I had to be strong for her. "I'm tired, I'm so tired." She sobbed, her voice had gone hoarse from all that screaming. She had hair glued to her forehead due to sweat. It broke my heart to see her like this but she still looked so effortlessly beautiful. "Come on babe, we can do this." I encouraged her. She was panting heavily. "You're crowning, you're almost there!" The nurse yelled. She pushed again with all her might, grunting deeply until we heard the first cry of a baby. I wanted to jump and pump my fist in the air until I remembered we still had another baby to think about. She laid down breathing heavily for a minute or so before she pushed hard again at the nurse's instruction and once again, we heard the cry of our second child. Our twins were finally here! I kissed her before joining the the family to c
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Third Person's POV; Three years later... "Are you kidding?" Damien asked, putting down Damon who had jumped on him the moment he stepped into the house and refused to be set down until they had arrived to meet his mother in the master bedroom. "Carried you for nine months only for you to not just look exactly like your father but also be so attached to him." Ariana had muttered sourly when Damon wouldn't come to her nor Darian who was the more reserved kid. The twins turned out to have more of their father's genes than hers, from the eyes to hair color, down to the nose and almost everything they did was like Damien. She found it more unfair cause they were identical. Now this was what led to the matter at hand. "Irma..." He dragged out, tugging off his jacket before unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm not kidding. I found out today." She said, getting up from the bed as she flipped her hair to the back. "How come?" He was in a maze of shock. "How else do people get pregnant?" She sarc
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(Ariana's POV) I layed tucked under the covers wide awake and wondering why on earth I could not sleep at such a time. I looked around my bedroom as the squeaky noise of the ceiling fan somewhat fascinated me. I never lacked sleep, ever. In spite of my hectic schedule, I still made out time to rest, so it was a shocker for me to be awake in the middle of the night and not be able to go back to sleep. But, in my heart of heart, I knew the reason for my sleeplessness. The events of the previous day still had me shaken and I could not help but keep mulling over it. I had just finished with my shift at the five star restaurant I worked in and I was well on my way to getting a good rest when a call came in. The caller ID had me rolling my eyes for a second. It was my father. "Hey Dad..." I muttered. "Ariana Delaney?" A female voice called out to me, startling me. "Yes?" I answered carefully. "This is Doctor Mildred,your father is in our care." Oh no! "I'll be there right away."
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I walked into the restaurant quickly saying hello to all the workers present. "Hi Ari!" That was Nolan, my colleague and only friend around here. "Hey Nolan, cómo estás?" I said, giving him a fist bump. I'm Spanish and so is Nolan. "Estoy bien. Are you okay?" He asked, staring closely at the dark circles around my eyes. "I'm alright, just couldn't sleep last night." I shrugged. "Now that's serious." He said worriedly. "I'm fine Nolan." I rolled my eyes with a smile. Nolan is such a caring person and is really good looking as well. With a 6'2 height, thick curly brown hair and hickory brown eyes that are so entrancing, he usually turned heads wherever he went. "Bebita, you don't ever lose your sleep, what's wrong?" He stated. Ugh, he knew me too well. "Nothing, really." I said dismissively. I did not want to think nor talk about it. It was just "Alright, just take it easy okay?" "I will Nolan, Gracias." I gave a quick peck on the cheek before heading into the changing room t
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I froze in place as soon as I met his gaze. I could barely register what was going on because I was in awe of how much of a beauty this man was. His grey orbs captured me first, then I drank the whole sight in. He's about 6'4 in height towering over my 5'6, his thick black hair was styled perfectly atop his head. His pink lips were just about full and thin at the same time, perfect. His tanned skin shone in the light and his suit did nothing to hide his well built body. His clean shaven face had my hands itching to touch it, strangely enough. He looked too good to be real. "Now, if you're done checking me out, can we get down to business?" He stated dryly, just like he was bored but his face gave nothing away. The statement startled me, my cheeks burned and I felt somewhat embarrassed. "Yes, sorry." I whispered, going on to take a seat in front of him. He stared down at me for a while before taking his seat opposite me. "I'm sorry, are you the person my father owes?" I asked clue
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Hours went by with me thinking of what to wear. I barely had anything to wear indoors and now I had to prepare for a date. I paced the room for a while deep in thought, until sleep drew me in. Incessant knocks on the front door drew me out of my slumber and I trudged out to open it and was overwhelmed by the amount of ladies that trooped into my room. "Excuse me, I think you're in the wrong suite" I tried to redirect them. "You're Ariana right?" A certain woman asked surprising me. "Yes, how do you know my name?" "Oh sorry darling, it must be a surprise. We're from Mr. Kingston, he asked that we get you ready for your date tonight." She explained surprising me even more. "Oh okay." "Now now, go take a shower so we can get started, your date is by seven and it's past three already." She spun me around and pushed me towards the bedroom with her crew following closely behind. The next few hours went by in a blur. So many hands, so much pricking, stretching, curling, poking a
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