About 4 months later, Chance and Jasmina had so many things to fill out and get checked.
Jasmina watched as the inspector went through their house checking for any kind of damage.
"Well, looks good. You've done a good job keeping the house clean." The inspector said.
"Thank You." Jasmina replied. "We just want to be sure the children are going into a good home. So, I have to ask. Do you have jobs?" The inspector asked.
Jasmina nodded. "I'm a Doctor and Chance is a singer. So we can provide a good home."
The inspector smiled. "Fantastic. I'm sure your kids will be officially yours in no time." He said.
"We sure hope so." Jasmina said. She watched the inspector leave before laying on the couch.
She took a nap before Chance came home.
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Chance unlocked the front door and stepped inside. "Honey? I'm home." He said. "Jazzy?" He questioned and then noticed her asleep on the couch.
He smiled softly and lifts her off the couch. Chance trudged up the stairs with her in his arms. He laid her down in bed and then laid beside her.
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She woke up 2 hours later and stumbled to the bathroom where she got sick and exhausted.
Chance heard her puking. "Jazz? What's wrong?" He asked as he walked into the bathroom. "I just feel so.... sick." She said.
Chance ran a cool washcloth over her face. "Does that make you feel any better?" He asked.
Jasmina shook her head. He helped her walk to the bedroom. Jasmina could no longer stand.
"I...." Jasmina said; just before blacking out. "Jasmina?!" Chance yelled as he caught her. He called for an ambulance who rushed her to the hospital.
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Chance paced the room as he waited for her to wake up. His ears perked up when he heard her call his name.
"Mina? Hey baby. How do you feel?" He asked. Jasmina looked at him with a weak smile. "I'm ok. What happened?" She asked.
Chance kissed her softly before replying. "Jazz.....You're 7 weeks pregnant."
A/N: Told you I had a plan. ☺👏🏼
