Undercover Wife

Chapter 38: The more the Merrier

Blake's POV

I woke up confused.

One, why am I lying on the floor?

Second , Why was Cara currently glaring at me right now.

Third, What time is it?

And the most important is Did I ate Lunch?

"Sleep well?" Cara asked sarcastically. She was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed.

I slowly sat down and stretch a little bit.

"Well rating it from 1 to 10? It was a solid 7. My back hurts." I complained.

I slowly stand up and tried to stretch my sore back.

"Why am I sleeping on the floor Amore?" I ask.

I look down at Cara and she sigh.
She hands me a stick and I curiously accept it.

Once I look at the stick she gave to me. All that happened came back like a movie flashback.

I did not notice that my hands are shaking badly while holding the pregnancy test.

I look at Cara and weirdly my vision was blurred.

Cara stand up and she immediately hugged my waist tightly.

Cara looked at me and asked while tearing up.
"Can you believe it Blake?"

I carefully lift Cara and I sat on the couch. I placed Cara on my lap.

I cupped Cara's cheeks and wipe her tears while she did the same to me.

"I don't Amore. Are we dreaming?"

Without warning Cara pinched my cheeks.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Fuck!" I shouted while removing my abused cheek from Cara's pincers.

"Well that answers your question."

"Smartass." I said while soothing my sore cheeks.
This is a grounds for divorce right?  This is abuse.

"You're not shitting right? Mini Blake is really on the way?"

Cara smile and said "Well mini Cara is on the way."

"Babe. I'm sorry to say but this kid will be the same as me."  I boasted.

"You mean our kid will be big, handsome but dumb?"

"Yu-" I glare at Cara. "Exsqueeze me Mrs. Bradford I am anything but dumb."

"Are you sure? Let's see. You know the word condensation?" Cara ask.

"Tsk. Easy! You mean the milk right?" I smugly replied.
I look at Cara's expression and I know she's holding in her laugh.

"What!? I am correct! The other type is Evaporated Milk! Or not."

Cara let out a loud laugh that I swear my PA can hear it from her room.

"Ok fine. English grammar's not my strong suit but the rest of the subjects I aced it." I am not lying.

Ella and I has a high GPA but we lack something. We can't be perfect but James will say otherwise in Ella's defense. He's a pussy whipped bitch.

In my case English grammar while my sister her lack of understanding in all things technology. She's bad, like really bad. Bill Gates and Steve Jobs will give up teaching Ella about computers and smart phones.

"Are you ready to be a father?" Cara asked out of the blue.

"Yes. A million times yes."

Cara glares at me and warned."I hope to God Blake that when I go in labor you'll not panic or I swear to God, husband or not I'll divorce you."