𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

For Who The Stork Flies.

(First Edit)

𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚

"Sabrina are you sure you don't want anything? Tea, water, juice?"

I glanced up from my book and shook my head. "I'm fine Mom, you go ahead to the symphony with Daddy. If I need anything I'll let one of the maids know."

My mother sighed and pulled the blanket over my feet. "I'm just anxious is all. The majority of the family is away and you're on your own up here. Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you? I'm sure your father won't-"

"Mom please," I groaned. "I don't need a babysitter or a nursemaid. I'm nineteen years old, married and a lethal assassin. I can more than take care of myself. Besides I have my phone with me so if anything happens I can call someone. Don't worry and just go have fun with Daddy."

She didn't seem convinced but agreed anyway. Kissing me on my cheek she left my room, closing the door halfway. Sighing out of relief I turned my attention back to my book. I know my mother was only trying to help, but damn she liked to hover. Thankfully my father was the complete opposite and never fussed over me like Mom sometimes did.

I guess it was all part of being a mother. I myself was just a few weeks shy of becoming a mother and bringing a life into this world; a tiny little person who held part of me and part of Damen inside of her. The thought made me smile.

Sometime later my eyelids started getting heavy so I  closed the book and set it on my nightstand. Maybe a short nap will do me some good. I've been awake since early morning so that could explain why I was so tired now.

Pulling the blanket over myself I closed my eyes and within a few minutes I had fallen asleep. But then around five o'clock I awoke to a series of contractions in my lower abdomen. At first I wasn't worried since Lia said they were nothing more than harmless Braxton Hicks contractions.

I thought they'd stop after a few minutes like they always did but even after so much of time had passed they didn't let up, instead becoming stronger and more intense. Taking several deep breaths I placed my hand on the bed and immediately pulled back. The mattress was...damp. Did I have an accident? If so it wouldn't be the first time this happened to me while I was asleep.

Pushing back the covers I scooted to the side of the bed and tried to get up when suddenly I felt a sharp pain followed by an even stronger contraction. Eyes widening I placed my hand on my stomach as realization struck. These weren't Braxton Hicks contractions. They were real contractions. Which meant...

Seconds later I was hit with another contraction, one that caused me to let out a bloodcurdling scream.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

"Izzy give that back, scotch tape is not a toy," I scolded as I took the roll of tape away from her.

She barked and whined in protest, making me shake my head. I've been trying to wrap everyone's gifts for the past ten minutes which I now realized was a big mistake with Isabelle in the room. Twice the roll of tape fell from my hands and twice she snatched it off the floor and hid under the bed to gnaw on it.

I tried coaxing her to give it back but she refused. Finally I had to resort to extreme measures: bribery. Taking advantage of her quiet state as she crunched on a dog biscuit I speedily wrapped all but one present; lingerie for Valentino. Well, lingerie for me that Valentino will have the pleasure of seeing me in.

There were corsets, both lace and leather, three pieces complete with garter belt, panties and a bra, one crotchless and a bodysuit that was provocative enough to make a nun faint. Picking up a red and gold gift bag I folded the lingerie and put them in with colored paper to hide them from his eyes. Finished with my gift wrapping I threw away all the trash and straightened up the bed.