You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1407

Cecelia looked at Joyce thoughtfully.

Suddenly he said, "You're not, what, pregnant?”

Luther was eating when he heard Cecelia's words and dropped his chopsticks on the table with a clatter.

He turned sideways excitedly and took Joyce's wrist.

The voice could not be suppressed, "Really? You're pregnant?" Joyce's face turned red and burned like fire.

"Don't be ridiculous, how could it be? I ..." she stopped talking, it was true that they had made love to each other frequently lately, but then before. The earliest time they had sex was here, in Heath residence, in her own room.

She shook her head, embarrassed, and said, "No way."

It can't be that coincidental, that one time, it hit? She's pregnant again. However, every time Luther was with her, it seemed that there was no contraception and it was only a matter of time before she became pregnant.

She got chagrined. She had been too careless.

"Go back and test yourself." Cecelia looked at Joyce with a smile, "Haven't you had your monthly period lately?"

Joyce greatly embarrassed, openly asked her such a question, but also in the face of the real Luther, she stammered, "I have always been not allowed, two or three months to come back to a possible. So, I ..." Luther, apparently unable to sit still any longer, yanked Joyce up from her chair.

"Mom, we're all full, can we leave early today?"

smiled and nodded,

anxiety, she

two of them make up, whether they were pregnant this time or

Joyce, took Anderson, and drove all the way

While on the road.

and purchased

heart was pounding, but she didn't really want to be pregnant at

future risk of resolving the warlord

the way

Is this stuff accurate?" He had never been exposed to these, a little

straight to the hospital. I should have listened

to go

Joyce frowned, anxious.

walked into the

Start testing.

felt

the time, it won't be a hit that

has a lot of unfinished business and being pregnant is

began to

paper clearly showed

absolutely beautiful face,

waiting