“Your baby is healthy,” Dr Ben smiled at me. “In two weeks, you will be able to know the gender of the baby.”“Wow,” I smiled at him. “Thanks for your help, doctor. Without you, I don't think I would have reached this level.”He was the one who gave me hope when it seemed like all hope had been lost. Had he not suggested the treatment when I got the diagnosis, who knows what I would have done. “It's my job as a doctor, to help people,” he smiled at me. “Have you told your husband yet?” He asked with a smile. “I bet he's thrilled about the baby.”“Oh, yeah. He will be here with me next time I come for the check-up.” I lied through my teeth because I'm just not in the mood to answer any of his questions should he start to ask why I haven't told my husband, and all those stuff like that. It has been three weeks since Pearl came to my house to cause trouble. Miguel is still trying to sort things with her, while I'm patiently waiting for everything to be over, so I can tell my husband th
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