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SEVEN BLISSFUL MONTHS SINCE THE WEDDING, our honeymoon was everything we ever dreamed of. And now, Neymar was back playing soccer.
Everything was on the fast track I felt like. Rome had just turned two, it was all going amazing. I couldn't be any happier.
But these past few months, I'd been extremely nauseous and sick. I thought it was the stomach bug, but when it continued. I knew something was wrong with me.
I made myself a doctor's appointment knowing that it would ultimately come down to me dying or I was pregnant.
For my sake, I hoped I was pregnant.
Carol waited downstairs for me as I got ready, "Y/N, if you take any longer we will be late!" she calls up. "I'm coming," I pant as I walk down the stairs.
