Hellooo!
Welcome to the sequel to Bulletproof Love!
I am super excited about it. I have so so so many ideas for this one.
I am bring in more characters! One particular character is a real person. And only she will know it's her. (:
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Prologue-ish:
NOBODY'S POV:
She sat on the bed, waiting for Dr. Joseph to return.
He hands were shaking.
Her palms were sweating.
Her heart was racing.
And worst of all, she felt sick to her stomach. She'd felt sick everyday for almost 3 weeks. Everything felt wrong. She felt guilty for not telling anyone her little secret.
That she feared the butterflies she'd been feeling for days, might not be butterflies.
It might possibly be a little gift of life. Crying, screaming, pooping life.
But a gift nonetheless.
Was she happy? She didn't know. She was scared, definitely. Anxious. Nervous for what Dr. Joseph would say when she opened that door, her patients folder, and results in hand.
How could this happen? She'd asked herself, over and over since the third morning in a row that she'd gotten sick, and been sick almost all day, and realized she was late.
2 weeks late.
She wiped her palms on her jeans, taking deep breaths.
What will he say? Her head was screaming. How will I tell him?
She swung her legs, and sighed, looking around the room. Childrens books everywhere. Magazines. Q-tips. Rubber gloves.
Finally, Dr. Joseph walked through the door.
"Well, " She said, sliding her red framed glasses onto her face. "Your results are in."
"And?" She replied, her voice shaking. She hopped off the bed.
"You're going to want to sit down for this, Julliette."
