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We've decided to tell only his parents and the agency for now. Members a little later, and publicly much later. I told him it's because I had a fear of miscarriage, and people judging and giving false sympathy. I hated all of that.

So it's better this way.

But I have to be extra careful too. A month passed, and I've been getting nauseous to many things. It's so hard to control it, especially in front of people when we're doing make-up and they're spraying deodorant on the guys.

Johnny noticed it, and made me wear masks to at least avoid the strong smell, and he promised not to wear strong ones when it's just us two.

"You alright baby?"

She nodded, but I could tell she wasn't feeling well in the room. She felt suffocated, and that meant she'd throw up any second.

I pulled her down a little so only she heard me.

"Go outside now. It's not good for you to be here for too long."

*

Today was the worst probably. I've never felt so sick before, except back when I was with him. But that's different. I couldn't even leave bed when we got back today.

"Baby, you feeling better?"

She shook her head, I could tell unconsciously. I sat next to her and pulled her closer and kissed her head, stroking her hair.

"You must be hungry. Hold on."

I took out my phone and searched what pregnant women could eat. So far, they're sweet things, less smelly and light foods.

"Hold on, I'll go get something for you."

"Thanks..."

She mumbled, eyes slowly closing her eyes. I snickered and tucked her in before leaving the room.

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