Fifteen

Luna watched TV while eating chocolate. She looked down at her belly and noticed that it had grown a little. She put a smile on her face and stroked it. The same thing had happened to her mother. The first five months she didn't notice it, but one day, out of nowhere, it exploded in size and became present. Luna was about to reach four months, but that day she had noticed a difference.

She didn't know if she wanted two girls or two boys, she'd probably like to have a boy and a girl.

The door rang. Luna stood up and quickly went to it. When she opened it, James was in front of her with a beautiful hanging on a hanger that he was holding in his left hand.

- Will you put this on and come with me? - he asked with a smile. Luna looked at him and walked over to him, planted a long kiss on his lips and as she pulled away from his warmth she spoke.

- Yes. What are you up to, Bexell? - she asked teasingly. James smiled.

- I just want to celebrate you. - He replied and walked into the house. He