Chapter twelve

Clara's stomach churned as she sat on the edge of the bed, her nanny perched beside her. They had been chatting about the upcoming weekend plans, but suddenly Clara felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She tried to hide it at first, not wanting to alarm her nanny, but the feeling intensified and she bolted toward the bathroom.

After a few moments of retching into the toilet bowl, Clara emerged, feeling weak and disorientated. She steadied herself against the wall and took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

As she walked back to the bedroom, her nanny looked at her with concern etched on her face. "Are you feeling okay, dear?" she asked.

Clara hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to broach the subject. But then she looked into her nanny's eyes and knew she had to come clean. "I'm pregnant," she blurted out.

Her nanny's face lit up with surprise and joy. "Oh, Clara! That's wonderful news!"

Clara couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. She had been keepin