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Leanne lifted her misty eyes, "I can't bear to lose another person I love."

Curtis' gaze was deep, which spoke volumes. He set aside his fork and lifted Leanne onto his lap, their foreheads touching.

"Okay," he said, "I'll go through it with you."

Leanne wrapped her arms around his neck. Curtis supported her waist, his hand brushing against the noticeable, protruding shape of her belly.

He paused, his palm resting over her sweater, feeling it, then looked up.

Facing his direct gaze, Leanne suddenly felt a bit nervous, blinked her still swollen eyes, and blurted out as if possessed by Joy, "I ate too much."

"This seems like more than just a serving of pasta." Curtis wasn't easily fooled, "Your pasta ended up in your stomach as well?"

His already melancholic mood was now mixed with a myriad of emotions such as surprise, joy and disbelief at his obliviousness. The complexity of his feelings was indescribable.

With his right hand around Leanne's legs, he carried her to the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed, kneeling beside her and lifting the hem of her sweater.

Her body was lean, not given to excess fat. She wasn't much for exercise. Before, her waist was slender, firm, and flat.

her figure was still the same, slim and graceful, except for the slight bulge

voice was rough as he asked, "What is this gift you said you'd

paused for a few seconds under the soft light, then rose and from her bag, she retrieved a

pulling out a pregnancy test

Name: Leanne Castillo

Age: 26

Gestational Age: 20 weeks

baby was conceived

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