SHARON

"Mrs Aiden!" I let out a sigh before I turned to the next person that recognized me.

"Hi," I smiled back energetically, attempting to match her enthusiasm, even though I had no idea who she was.

"I'm so excited to see you," she said after she introduced herself.

The perfect response would have been, "Yes, I can see that. It's written all over your face," but instead I widened my smile, "Me either. How're you?"

She told me how fine she was, how I inspire her and blah blah blah.

I know they aren't excited to see me. They were just excited to connect with me on a personal level.

I've perfectly balanced being friendly and aloof so they stick to the general question but this one was bold.

She glanced down at my stomach a couple of times as she spoke. Then after we exchanged numbers, she asked, "How far along are you?"

When Aiden had suddenly announced that we'd attend Amie's party just after he told me, all grins, that Amie had recovered, I had mentally prepared myself for the stares and questions. Yet, when this woman, with eyes that looked like she could read my every thought, asked the question I knew I'd get, my heart skipped a bit and I was rendered speechless for the longest second of my life.

My lips slowly curled into a smile. "Four months," I said as I affectionately rubbed my stomach.

"Congratulations, Mrs Aiden," the woman's congratulations clashed with another.

see a couple of women

I struggled to remain calm and

advance, became about half a dozen of women telling

of faking orgasms," one of the women said, referring to the comment that one of them just made

and I could already tell that I would not

I don't know the inside story..." the other women nodded while I just itched to tell

gasped,

words she'd spew. I felt an errant

pregnancy? What moved her to such desperation? Well, it all went against her

She didn't even bother to know why she did

such a nice man. He had grown so attached to the non existent child that it broke him

wanted to ask her

claimed the lady whose story was being told was just a colleague and an acquaintance, but

their gossip when I excused myself

the time I got to the restroom that I had visited earlier to ensure that I still looked truly pregnant, my whole face was coated with perspiration and

back to the door. I closed my eyes and took a

reflection. "What do we do?" I inquired. What do I do when it's time to give birth? I needed

out about the

wondered

caught. I should have asked before ran off. I could know how she caught, I could

she might

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