My wedding night with Brian was amazing. I don't need to tell you what we did together. You will all know what I mean. We went to America on a honeymoon and saw sports cars there. My life was just too perfect. Until...well, I always vomited in the morning. What was that? I felt so bad. Every morning I throw up in the toilet. At some point, Brian found me.

"Darling? Are you all right? What's happening? Do you have that often?" He asked worriedly. I nodded miserably. "Are you...are you pregnant?" My eyes shot wide, when he said that. Naturally! I couldn't be anything else! Brian got me a pregnancy test from the pharmacy and we did it together.

"I'm pregnant." I said in shock. Brian happily fell on my neck and kissed me hard.

"Oh my God! We're going to have a baby!" He screamed excitedly. I giggled.

*

My baby bump got bigger and Brian, like Malcolm had been with Linda, was every second with me. We would become proud parents. Even if I was a little scared. And then came that evening that changed everything. We were in bed.

"Good night darling. I love you." Brian purred.

"I love you too, honey." I smiled. Brian kissed my stomach. You could slowly see a little baby bump. I soon fell asleep. But I didn't wake up next to Brian...