Olivia Is Pregnant 1
Just as the doctor promised, he was at the island two hours after he got off call with Denise. When he knocked, Denise received him at the parlor.
“Good to see you, Dr. Harper.”
“Good to see you, Mr. Bailey. You look good.”
“Thank you, doctor, please take your seat.”
“Thank you. So. What is wrong with your wife?”
Denise took time to explain all his observations while the doctor listened attentively. The doctor smiled as he observed that Denise was panicky, he tapped his shoulder and consoled.
“It is nothing out of the ordinary, so, don't panic. Can I see her?”
“Thank you, doctor. Let me get her. Excuse me.”
He walked back to the room and came back with Olivia, who had brushed up to look good before meeting the doctor.
“Good morning, Dr. Harper. Good to see you.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Bailey. How are you?”
“I'm fine, doctor.”
“I can see. If you don't mind, please look at me.”
Olivia looked at the doctor as the doctor observed her eyes. He requested for a midstream urine specimen on the stick of his pregnancy test kit, which she provided. He checked her vital signs before they settled down to wait for the result of the test. Denise served tea while they waited.
“Mrs. Bailey. You can return to the bedroom if you wish to rest.”
The doctor advised Olivia, who seemed to be dozing on the couch. She looked at her husband, who was seated beside her, for approvals, and he nodded in the affirmative. Then, he gave her a romantic look while she stood up. He stood up too and followed her.
“You will be fine, my Angel. You can take a rest.”
She nodded while Denise gave her a peck before joining the doctor in the parlor. Soon, the result was out.
After he took her back to her apartment, he returned to his apartment like a military man who just conquered the territories of a stubborn foe. He could not believe that it was real because, a few minutes ago, he was returning to his apartment dejectedly, but presently, he was returning a fulfilled man who had kissed the woman he loved unrestrained. He parked his car, got off and walked to his room then, took his bath and went to sleep at once.
At Mrs. Nichole Bailey's Apartment.
A few minutes ago, she walked into her apartment weeping because the man she loved ruined her weekend. But, currently, she was walking in like a teenager who was falling in love for the first time. After she took her bath and dressed for sleep, she called her Prince Charming for a chat, but his phone was still off. She shrugged her shoulder and muttered.
“I bless this day.”
Then, she slept off like a baby.
The Next Day
Mr. Arthur Bailey dressed in a comfortable polo T-shirt, performance short and a pair of sneakers which made him look charming. When he walked into Nichole's apartment, his aura dominated the house.
“Good morning, Mr. Bailey.”
The awestruck janitor greeted.
“Good morning. How are you?”
“I'm fine, sir.”
The janitor, as well as the chef, could not take his eyes off him. He was splendid. A true description of a handsome middle age, handsome man.
Mr. Bailey ignored the stare of the janitor, especially the chef who was always in the kitchen, and took his seat before attempting to give her a call. To his dismay, he discovered that his phone was still turned off.
'Wow! I hope she had not attempted to call me?'
He called her and she picked at once.
“Hello dear. Good to hear from you.”
“Good morning, Nichole, I'm in your sitting room.”
“Wow! I will join you soon.”
Soon, she was with him, and she was looking more radiant than the previous day. Mr. Arthur Bailey, who was dazzled by Nichole's beauty, was gaping at her in astonishment. She walked up to him, while he stood up to meet her.
“Hi, darling. You look good.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey greeted and gave her a peck. Nichole reciprocated and complimented too.
“Thank you, dear. You look good, too.”
“Thank you. Shall we leave?”
“Certainly.”
Now, Mr. Arthur Bailey helped her by holding the briefcase as they walked out of the house. He opened the car and dropped her luggage at the back seat before he opened the passengers' door for her. She got into the car, and he shut the door before walking to the driver's side.
“Thank you, Arthur.”
She greeted as he joined her in the car.
“You're welcome, my dear.”
Mr. Arthur responded before pulling her closer and whispered.
“You are stunning. Let's take a selfie before I ruin your makeup.”
Nichole laughed softly and he took a selfie. In the picture, Nichole was resting on his shoulder while he held her closer with his right hand. They were looking adorable. After the selfie, he kept his phone on the windshield mount holder while Nichole moved closer to his face. He held her two chin and sucked her lower lip before biting it slowly, and they ended up with tongue and mouth kiss which gave them some sexual excitement. He released her, looked into her eyes and spoke softly.
“You are mine.”
Nichole responded shyly.
“Yes. I had always longed to be.”
He kissed her temple and declared.
“Let's go.”
“Okay dear.”
She sat back on her seat while Mr. Arthur removed his phone from the windshield mount holder and examined the selfies. Then, he complimented.
“Wow! You looked so heavenly.”
He showed her the picture and she exclaimed.
“That's my Prince Charming.”
Arthur Bailey smiled and opened the family group platform. Then, Nichole screamed and attempted to stop him from posting the selfie.
“Do you think the children should know anything about us yet?”
He smirked in self-satisfaction as he thought to himself.
'If only you knew how you ended up in my room last night.'
He kissed her temple and asked.
“Do you think they don't know?”
“What!”
At this instance, he had posted the picture on the platform and wrote.
(Have a nice weekend. From Mom and father.)
He handed the phone over to her to go through his message while he turned on the ignition and drove off. Nichole only saw the selfie of the previous day and the comments from Julie and Freya.
“Look at this. I'm just seeing it.”
She laughed loudly when she saw Julie's post on her dressing to the airport. Mr. Arthur Bailey laughed, too. He knew her reason for laughing and teased.
“Abducted beggar.”
They laughed happily. Soon, they were at Sevenoaks.
“Here we are.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey announced as they got into the hotel suite after he booked. Nichole looked around the suite and commended.
“Wow! It is paradisiacal.”
“I'm happy you like it. Come with me to the bedroom.”
Then he held her with his left hand and held the luggage with his right hand as they walked into the bedroom. It was indeed paradisiacal. Arthur looked at her to confirm that he made the right booking and inquired.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
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