SOLEDADS

Bonchap 1

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At midnight, Max grimaces to find his wife agitated in her sleep. His hands gently stroked his wife's back. Trying to calm his pregnant wife.

Nothing is impossible for God. So the words of Deborah and Iglesias who always gave support to them.

Max believed that and it actually happened in his life. On their second wedding anniversary, Sara gave a very big gift in the form of pregnancy news.

A sense of happiness soon burst into his chest when he heard the news. The thing she waited for the most and she expected in every sentence of hers. Unexpectedly and by God's will, everything happens.

However, all that makes his heart restless when the gestational age of Sara entered old age. Sara is weak and often goes to the hospital due to frequent vomiting and fever.

And that keeps Max out of Sara's control. Women are still often stubborn and do sports that Max thinks are dangerous.

"Sssshhhh," he whispered calmly as Sara moved back.

Not long after, those brown eyes opened. Max looked at her inside. Her love for Sara grows as time goes on. Especially now that the beautiful woman in her arms is pregnant with the fruit of their love.

Sara smiled sweetly, which brought Max's heart back into action. Thumping like he was about to come out of the chest cavity.

"I'm fine" said Sara and rubbed the fine hairs that began to extend down her jaw.

"Do we need to see a doctor?" ask Max to worry. Because repeatedly the same thing has happened.

Sara smiled back to make Max sigh. His wife's stubbornness is still lingering.

"I'm fine, honey. No need to worry," said Sara.

"I can't stand to see you like this."

Sara could not stand Max's worried adorable face, she gently kissed Max's lips.

"I've said it, I'm fine."

"Geez, this is really driving me crazy, Lord ...," sighed Max as Sara grimaced back to feel a kick from her stomach.

Sara chuckles. He returned Max's embrace even though the bodies of the two couldn't stick together like they used to. Feeling that, he laughed again.

"My stomach is big" he said, which makes Max also chuckle happy.

"It's beautiful, you're fuller" said Max with a wide serigai.

Sara laughed softly and hit Max's chest. Her husband is still perverted and always asks for his right to swipe at his son. Also on the grounds of not being able to stand with Sara's body that is increasingly contained.

Of course Sara's body got bigger. Although he often has a fever and vomiting in the morning, his appetite increases. Even Adrian cooks three times more than regular portions.

"Don't think about it, though," said Sara as Max's lips fused with hers.

Max chuckles. He rubbed Sara's stomach and felt a kick back from there. She did not detect the sex of her baby. Max wanted to be a surprise when he was born.

"Just one kind."

"Maxwell!"

"Who, Mi Esposa?"

Sara cones. "You're a bitch," he said. But then he kissed Max's lips again. Makes Max chuckle.

At times like this it becomes heaven for Max. Without her request, Sara always kissed her without warning.

Sometimes Max is surprised when Sara suddenly cries because she has not kissed him. Of course it made his wild soul rise again.

"I love you too."

Max pulls the nape of his wife to deepen their kiss. Tiny bite of Sara's lips so she could expose her wife's oral cavity.

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"Mom, I'm tired."

"All right, we take a break" said Deborah.

Both are wearing Max's gym to do yoga for pregnant women, led by an expert.

Max still allows such sports while Sara's safety is under control. But it's not like swimming because Sara's legs are sometimes cramped and swollen.

"Stretch your legs, Sara." Deborah reminded when she saw Sara almost crouching down.

Sara snickered and immediately carried out Deborah's orders. "You're the best, Mommy," he said to calm the uncontrollable emotions of the in-laws when it comes to his grandchildren.

"You have to remember there's a life you've taken with your life, too, Sara."

Sara turned to the woman sitting cross-legged in front of her. "You can go home, Adriene. I think that's enough today."

Adriene smiled kindly, she packed her belongings. "Thank you, Senora. You can rest well."

"Ride carefully, Adriene."

After the woman's departure, Sara turned to Deborah who had been lying on the carpet.

"Mom, you said straighten your legs, why sleep?"

"I'm not saying that it's forbidden to sleep, is it?"

Sara smiled blandly. That's right, they never slept after yoga before.

As she lay herself on the carpet, Sara felt a slightly different contraction than usual. There is a foreign pain.

But he let it go when it is unsustainable. He lies down, sideways and confronts Deborah.

Again the pain was crashing. This time stronger than the one before. And it was at that moment that Sara sensed something coming out from the center of her body.

"Mom ...," she endured the pain.

Sara began to feel pain and a sweat flooded her forehead. "Mommy, there's something out of there."

Sara pointed at the same time with the sound of an anxious cry of Deborah echoing.

"Adrian, Adrian! Prepare car! Marilyn's? Adrian! Marilyn!"

Sara held onto her stomach which continued to contract. Deborah helped him to stand up and took him out of that gym room.

Once again Deborah shouted making Sara's ears buzz.

"Adrians! Marilyn! Lewis!"

Deborah called out all the names of the people she knew as the ones Max always used. Until Adrian approached, Deborah cried out in panic.

"Prepare the car, let's go to the hospital now!"

Sara limped, maybe if Deborah hadn't broken it, Sara would have fallen. The pain is unbearable. Even her tears were dripping when the pain struck.

"Max ...," he wrote later.

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Panicking himself on the way, Max takes his car like a man in a mess. Alex who made the statue on the side can only resign if something happens to the car.

Sometimes he cursed when many cars disrupted his path. The streets are a little jammed because of the many vehicles that pass by to enliven the Christmas atmosphere tonight. "Alex, how's this? My Sara must be in a lot of pain right now" he said with reddened eyes and gripped tightly at the wheel.

"Fuck!" when a truck quickly overtakes. The truck seems to be chasing time to deliver the Christmas Tree.

Alex was silent. Talking is tantamount to taking a life, because Max is not in a good condition right now.

Max's jaw tightens, hand clutching tightly at the wheel and ready at any time to hit his face if he speaks incorrectly.

"Lord, please, don't make my wife sick" he said weakly with his foot on the accelerator.

It was very desirable for Alex to laugh, mocking Max's expression if only it wasn't this serious.

"How did you feel when your wife gave birth, Alex?"

Alex, who was married a year ago to Claire, has been through the same thing. It's just that he's not as sweet and clumsy as Max. Alex can temper his emotions.

"Just drive the car properly, Senor. There's a lot of snow on the asphalt, you've got to get there safely" Alex said carefully as he glanced at Max's hand, if it hit his jaw.

"Don't talk nonsense! Stay where you are!"

Max panicked. His common sense got out of hand, making the supposed answer of the question asked by him himself, go wrong in an instant.

Alex closed his mouth again. This time, his safety was especially. Care deeply for the other questions posed by the madman beside him.

"Alex, give me the money to widen this path. I don't want to be like this again next time!"

It is a long way to the hospital. Max's mouth and hands could not stand still. "Alex, say something! What am I supposed to do?"

Max tells Alex to shut up. "Alex! Jesus, God .., I'd better use a helicopter at all times, "it's not clear.

His authority is not in place. Worried about his wife who was definitely enduring the pain there.

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