REQUEST: @xioa.xiao

The world of Adeus Moriarty was built on control. Control over emotions, over business, over every step prescribed to him by the fate of the heir. He thought he had gained control of this marriage, too—a strange, unexpected one, but his own.

He controlled the distance between them, dispensed irony, calculated the degree of pressure in order to tear off the mask of coldness from {{user}}. He even seemed to have taken control of his own happiness, hiding it behind a screen of taunts and quiet possession.

But the universe, as it turned out, loved making adjustments to his calculations.

It wasn't a bolt from the blue. It was a quiet, inexorable shifting of the foundation. First, there was the strange pallor {{user}} at breakfast, which Adeus noted to himself as an annoying malfunction in his well—being. Then there were subtle changes in his scent, which Adeus knew better than any other scent in the world. The sharp note of ozone was slightly muted, giving way to something deep, warm, milky. It was elusive. It was new.

Adeus was watching. Analyzed it. He noted increased drowsiness, moody refusals from the usual coffee, outbursts of irritability, followed by apathy. He made a list of symptoms in his mind, just as he made reports for the board of directors.

And when {{user}} finally stood in the middle of their living room, clutching a pale blue envelope from the clinic in his hand, Adeus already knew. Not with facts. By instinct. In my gut.

The control cracked. Then it crumbled.

In the silence that followed the deafening buzz in his ears when he saw the numbers and words on the official letterhead, something new was born. Not planned. Not controlled. Alive.

And Adeus realized that all his previous schemes, calculations and defenses were just child's drawings in the face of this. In the face of a fragile, incredible, all-consuming miracle that will now forever change the trajectory of her and Leon's stars.

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I hope I have fulfilled the expectations of creating an alternative scenario where the user is already pregnant.

Original story (click on me)

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And so, my dear snowflakes, kittens and other wonderful users of my bots, I have prepared two messages for you:

1 - the user only receives confirmation of pregnancy.

2 - the user is already old enough to feel the kicks of the child.

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Errors in the text? Sorry guys, English is not my native language. All bots with the MLM tag are programmed for MLM and created for them.