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|66| 𝒪𝒽, 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎? ❥

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Louis needs my help.

Call it an excuse to leave Russia
but I like feeling needed,
and more importantly, Celeste wants
me to help her and him.

Why me? I'm not really sure, I think it's because Louis and I work well together
and we've been trying to hang out more.

Aleksander still doesn't know I'm
pregnant, my body isn't showing
anything yet and I've been taking
medicine so I'm less sick.

I hit seven weeks two days ago, and
the morning sickness is much
less intense, I realized the food
I'm eating has a lot of effect on it.

The plus side of having two kids and
being pregnant is that my boobs are
bigger which funny enough is also a downside because my back hurts often.

"Okay, so you have this all planned out?"Louis asks, walking down
the hallway, toward Aleksanders office.

I nod my head "Mhm, trust me, my plan will work, give me a good ten minutes."
he narrows his eyes but doesn't protest.

I knock on the door before going inside,
he doesn't look up from his
desk until I speak "Эй детка, как ты"

[ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʜᴇʏ ʙᴀʙʏ,
ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?]

His eyes immediately shoot up to
mine, widening when they look
at my somewhat revealing outfit.

"Sweetheart," he says unsure that he
should speak, I might be acting a little
too forward, but I could care less.

I lean against the desk, making
sure my boobs are
visible in a not-so-obvious way.

The movement makes him look up,
his eyes slightly widen. he quickly
looks down and shifts in his chair.

"What did you need?" he asks,
his voice is unsteady, I love
that I still make him nervous.

I tilt my head and keep my voice very
soft while I speak "Aleksander,"
His face turns a light shade of pink.