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Luna’s words had been eating me up and I was not able to rest. The only positive thing was that my morning sickness had finally disappeared, and I looked a whole less sick.
The one downside was that I was back again, knocking on the door of Christian’s office. After a long thought, I had decided to take up his offer and do whatever was best for the baby. This situation wasn’t about me or my fears, but about giving the baby a the life it deserved.
"The door is open," Christian called out in his intimidating tone. I opened the door and walked in. He leaned his head out the window and had a cigarette between his lips. "I’ll come back later," I excused myself, and tried my best not to inhale anything for the baby's sake.
Christian threw away the cigarette and turned around to face me. Don’t bother, this will be quick." He spoke as he made his way over to his chair.