"Put me down!" Joyce was really angry, she hammered him hard, "It's all your fault for not doing protection measures. Now at such a dangerous time, what do you want me to do?"
"Got it, I'll take good protection measures in the future." He promised.
In fact, there are usually done to protect the measures, think up and do, excited when it does not care.
So ...
Joyce was even more furious, "What the hell is the use of doing it now!"
I really want to hit him to hit him.
"Stop spinning, it's going to make you dizzy and throw up." Joyce whimpered.
Luther stopped in a hurry and carried her to the top of the sofa.
The hand wrapped around her waist and refused to let go.
"Is the test paper accurate? Should we go to the hospital now and check again?" He was obviously a little agitated, a little afflicted, afraid that all this, was not true.
More afraid, just empty joy.
"Do you want to go for an ultrasound? To be sure?" He asked again.
Joyce speechless, "Go to the hospital is the same, it is still early, ultrasound can not be done."
"What about? Will the test paper be inaccurate?" His crystal black eyes darkened for a minute, filled with worry.
"Luther!" Joyce called him by his first name, "Now, is it a good thing I'm pregnant? How inconvenient is it to move around? Especially when soldiers are fighting, don't you know? Will you come to your senses."
Luther calmed down and hugged her tightly, "I know. Let's try to be careful, okay?"
He looked at her, "Last time, I didn't know you were pregnant either. I wasn't there for you from the time you were pregnant to the time you gave birth to the time Andres grew up. This is my biggest regret. This time, I want to be there for you, the whole time, without leaving anything behind."
Joyce sighed, "Now is not the time."
Her words moved her heart. Thinking of the four long and silent years, she grew up alone with Anderson, and for Anderson, there was always a lack of love.
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