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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-EIGHTEEN

"Im gonna die."

Alma's dark eyes peer down at me where I'm lying on the floor. "You are not going to die."

I close my eyes on a dramatic sigh. "I'm dying of fucking boredom."

I was clearly never created to just stay indoors twenty-four-seven. It has become literal torture. Sure, my goal now is to make sure I'm healthy and carry the triplets as far along in the pregnancy as possible, but I've never been this idle before.

"I need something to occupy my mind."

"What about the Christmas tree? It arrived a week ago, or what about starting to test those meal ideas you sent me?"

I'm turning into a fucking housewife. Yesterday, I spring cleaned the whole open plan area. Now, I'm contemplating learning how to cook intricate recipes.

When I complain, Phoebe likes to remind me it's my own damn fault for allowing Kaito in my life.

I'm never making friends with another guy ever again.

Plus, Alessandro and I are still not speaking. Every night after he has dinner, he joins me in bed, but I
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