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Bonus Chapter : Georgia's Pregnancy

"Georgia," Clark drawled while switching on the lights and I turned rigid.

I was caught red-handed, surreptiously stuffing frozen, crusty cupcakes while sitting by the fridge in the dark corner.

"Mmph I-I cagrrrnt hemnlp!" I exclaimed through my mouth stuffed with cupcakes and tears of choking streamed down my cheeks as I started beating my chest rapidly.

Clark immediately was crouched by my side, rubbing and patting my back while handing me a glass of water.

"You alright, Georgia? Do you need more water or anything else?" he asked in concern and I burst out in tears while trying to shove another cupcake in my mouth in pity which Clark gently took it from me.

"I don't even know why I'm crying!" I blurted out and Clark pulled me into his arms while muttering about how it was all going to be okay. I cried against him while clutching his t-shirt, unconsciously wiping my snot on it, but he cared less. He was busy trying to calm my raging hormones as I sniffed while complaining about how sweet and sexy he was being to me.

"Thank you for being such an amazing husband, Brownie. You were all over the place these last nine months and all I was-was nothing but a heartless bitch! I kicked you out of the house so many times, I-I sent you to the bakery over a thousand times late night in middle of heavy storms and you-you obliged. You poor lamb!" I burst out again and he laughed, causing me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"It makes me happy to take care of you and make you happy," he whispered and I tried to suppress my grin.

"But what about that time when I was chasing you with a knife because I was so mad at you for making me pregnant with your Olympic swimmers! Hell, I'm still mad at you! Although, I nearly murdered you--- "

"God, I dreamt of this so much," Clark cut me off in a low voice and my forehead creased. "I always dreamt of you with my ring on, heavily pregnant with my children and by the kitchen fridge, stuffing food like tonight."

"You-You dreamt of this?" I asked in wonder and he kissed my forehead lovingly.

"Of course, I did. With you, I dreamt of many things the moment I laid my eyes on you," he mumbled against my hair and I grinned widely.

Clark parted his legs and I sat in between, leaned against his hard chest as he drew soft circles on my big belly. His other large hand held my left hand as he brushed my ring finger and hummed against my hair. I didn't want to get up, although we were sprawled on the floor because my body ached like a bitch and didn't want to leave his comforting embrace. I was never ready to get pregnant even though I was married and I would have never agreed, but here I was, almost twenty-six and pregnant.  The prospect of getting pregnant and remaining with a big belly for nine, whole months and popping babies from down there was so frightening, but I wanted to make Clark happy and seeing him happy, made me happy.

Besides, the babies were probably conceived when Clark and I were lost in an intense passion, backstage of Justin Bieber's lip-syncing concert. We had wasted two Vip tickets, but oh well. I guess because of that whenever Justin Bieber's songs blared through the radio, the babies kicked in protest.

"Let's go to sleep," Clark rasped while helping me up and I clinged to him tiredly.

"Darn these babies! I can't bear them anymore, come out you stubborn little . . . " I trailed off to find an appropriate curse word to yell at my babies, but could find none and that made me more angry. "Don't get cozy in there, daddy's brought nice, comfy cribs, so get out!"

"Georgia, they'll be out soon--- "

"Easy for you to say-oh." My eyes widened and Clark quickly inspected me. "I-I think the babies are coming! They heard me finally, thank goodness!"