JEMIMA
"I didn't hear you well." Nero pretended to scratch his ears. I was pretty sure he heard me clear, it's just that he wanted me to say it again.
I playfully hit his shoulder. "Of course you did. I'm pregnant, six weeks." My eyes lit up.
This husband of mine lifted me up turning me in circles making my squeal. "I'm going to be a father." He brought me down to my feet and gave me a tight hug.
"Congratulations to us." I grinned at him, cupping his cheeks.
"This calls for a huge celebration, baby." Nero said, his hand going to my belly, rubbing it in circles. "But were you feeling so kind of way that made you go the hospital?"
"Yeah, being feeling nauseous, intense food cravings, you know and all those other pregnancy stuff. I had already taken a test thinking maybe it was fever,
