‘I’m two days late,’ she blurted out, unable to hug the secret to herself any longer.
The smug expression turned blank.
‘My period. I’m two days late.’
He stared at her with that same blankness but she could see behind his ice-blue eyes to the ticking brain and knew he was making the same calculations. Clara’s cycle was as regular as clockwork. In the three months of their marriage she’d never been even a day late.
The biggest smile broke out on the handsome face she loved so much and in the blink of a moment her mouth was being crushed by his.
Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she kissed him back and gladly welcomed the fresh wave of happiness filling the well inside her.
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Eight months later, Marcelo and Clara welcomed their first child, a daughter they named Marianne Isabella after their mothers. She was a princess in every way. Apart from her motormouth speech which developed very quickly.
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