Chapter 22

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As we fuck in the parking lot and risk it all, I notice that she was drown and enjoying herself to the fullest.

I can't resist her. She's way too addictive. I love her...

I'm became drown and surrenders to the lust and love and fuck her as she begs. I savored every moan, sweat, touch, and love juice she produced. I get drunk and enjoy myself too to the point of thinking and impregnating her.

We've reached many climaxes and I keep on cumming inside her until she passes out.

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I watch her sleep while I drive her home. And organize my thoughts, There's a 75% that I impregnate her through all that rounds we've been.

"I will take responsibility whatever happens. I love you." As I kissed her forehead and carried her inside.

After cleaning her and putting her to bed, I then proceed to sort my thoughts. And decided to hide it from her and our parents.

As the days pass I keep on monitoring the early signs of pregnancy and make sure she is healthy and not stressing herself.

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I kept on monitoring her well-being as she showed her first signs.

I Chuckle light as I stare at her while she eats

You didn't even notice your delayed menstruation.

"Do you want more?" I ask her and hand her more pancakes.

"Thank you, babyyy" she happily got three more and ate them right away.

"You really enjoy sweets these days huh? Make sure you control it. I know how frustrated you are for having the anxiety over your weight" I muttered carelessly that changed the mood right away.

After realizing it she implanted a seering slap on my face and got me panicked all day for running around town to get what she wanted for her to forgive my words.

She's showing her signs a bit more violently. I hope she didn't turn sour all the way to birth giving.

I sort my thoughts and plan a check up for her first trimester pregnancy. And think of a better way to explain everything to her and make her ready for birth giving.

As I was meeting an OB I received a text message from Bria stating that she is crying. After my conversation with the Ob Gyne I rush to her and take care of her mood swings. I wanted to be mad at Brianna that day for allowing my Yna drink a cup of coffee which is very bad for her pregnancy.

I visit the Ob regularly to ask advice about her early trimester and how to deal with everything like; mood swings, craves, and morning sickness.

As advice I followed everything even the weirdest combination of craves and treated her the way she feels content and happy. But I never did everything carelessly. I meticulously make her diet and exercise plan. Make her do things that will bear minimum to no stress for her and our baby.

The day came where I planned her first appointment to the OB.

"Get dressed, we're going somewhere." As I excitedly drove her to the closet that irritated her instantly. Despite being irritated she follows everything I said.

It's your first trimester and you didn't even know?! How incredible!

Her surprised yet annoyed face shows potent in front of the OB clinic but then exchanges fear and anxiety after the check up. And I decided to take advice on how to deal with it and talk it out to her.

And as advice I take actions and make her happy to cut and stop her from overthinking and having anxiety. I booked several appointments and counseling. Treat her out of town and even give everything she craves.

"Bilhan moko ng mangga!" She demanded.

I crazily think where can I get mango fruits when it's not in season yet.

"Gusto ko hilaw yung sinungkit ng lasing tsaka maanghang na matamis na bagoong" she added and made me even crazier.

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