CHAPTER#68

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Hope was seated on the couch with me. We had just returned from a tiring day at school. I attended gym class, and we played soccer this time. I was new to that sport and needed time to adapt. The whole training, I was making bad passes, and the coach told him to learn how to play by the next class, or I would be on the bench.

I looked at Hope. She was tired and weak. She began to look leaner too. I was very worried about her. She needed to eat for the baby. The little she ate was what the baby was eating too. She had to learn to eat for two. She had to learn to care for the baby, or she would get a miscarriage. I knew how much that would hurt her soul.

She wanted a baby for me. She wanted to start a family with me. I had convinced her it was impossible, but it somehow became possible. I still couldn't understand how I couldn't get all the other girls I had slept with in the past pregnant. Why was it her? What was so special about this Hope that I didn't know about?

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