Transported back to the vibrant 1960s, Abigail Dawson, a contemporary songstress, finds herself amidst a whirlwind of captivating melodies and revolutionary spirit. In a quest to return to her own time, she discovers that her voice holds the power t...
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Abby "Marlon!" I screamed, as he thrusts deeper and harder into me, forcing me to hold onto him. I pulled back, looking at my husband. My breathing became ragged. "Marlon." I whispered, touching his cheek.
"Yes?" He whispered, kissing my lips, laying me back down on the bed.
"Nothing, just." I shake my head as I held him close, our hot breaths sharing the space between us. "Oh god." I moaned, as he continued with his thrusts.
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I woke up to an empty bed with another note on his pillow. "I'll see you tonight! I'm out, I didn't want to wake you." I smiled, before getting out of bed.
I put my gown around me before I headed downstairs. I wasn't sure if I was hungry, or I needed to throw up. I wanted to eat incase I was just hungry, sometimes I'm like that.
I stumbled into the kitchen and was greeted with the smell of scrambled eggs. "Oh hello?" I smile, giving a wave, when I saw an older lady in the kitchen serving me a plate.
"Morning Mrs Brando, I'm Mr Brando's housekeeper." I smiled, sitting before I started eating. Also, thinking about the fact that I have been living with Marlon for a while now, how is it that I'm only just meeting her.
"Oh my, this is good!" I smiled grateful that I had breakfast made for me. "Have you seen Marlon?"
"No he just said he's going out for a bit." I smiled, I needed some time. "Is everything alright?" I nodded giving her a smile.
"Yeah! Just since he's been home." I paused, realising that I've only just met her. "Nothing, I'm just heading to the studio can you let him know when he comes home?" I asked, finishing up my breakfast and heading upstairs to get ready.
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I waited in the surgery for my name. I didn't know what to do at this point, Marlon has been home for a good while now and with the 'rumours' he's been very affectionate. "Abigail Brando?" I heard my name, I nodded and stood up. "Come through." The doctor smiled, I smiled in return trying to hide the fear that I was feeling.
"Take a seat." I took the one closest to the door. "Now, we've got your results back." I didn't like that. "I'm not sure."
"Am I?" He nodded, I sighed. "Are you happy?" I mean am I? This wasn't how I thought my pregnancy would be.
"I think so." I think I'm in shock more. "I think it's more of shock." I admit, facing my doctor. "How far along?"
"I'd say about 2-3 months." My eyes widen. "I say you were pregnant before Marlon left."
"That makes sense." I admit, sighing. "I have no idea how I'm going to tell him."
The doctor handed me the results. "You can show him this, but I do want to see you again soon." I looked up. "It's nothing to be alarmed about, it's just procedure."
