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"So, how are you feeling now?" Jerome asked, inserting his fingers at her.

"I'm better, but I was bored when you left. Have you called my sister yet?" Stacy responded licking her dried lips.

"No. Do I have to? I mean, I can take care of you by myself, unless I'm not doing it the right way." Jerome said, looking sad.

Stacy beamed and placed her hands on his cheeks.

"You are doing more than well. I'm just worried about the stress you are going through for me." Stacy mumbled.

"And you think the right person to carry out your stress is your sister?" Jerome asked, feeling hurt.

"I didn't mean to make you sad," Stacy answered.

"I'm your husband Stacy. Even though our marriage was a deal and stuff I decided to be your husband until the time you give birth. So you are my responsibility and I will make sure I take care of you, well." Jerome exclaimed.

Stacy was grateful and happy.

The doctor interrupted their conversation and announced he had an injection to give to Stacy.

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