7 years of your marriage with the most successful businessman in the city named Rafaelo Dlamar. In seven years you have always been made happy by him, he pampers you, loves you, cares for you, and that's only to you. Since a few weeks ago you have been feeling unwell, missed your period and often felt nauseous but you didn't tell your husband, this morning you went to the pregnancy clinic and sure enough, in several tests from the doctor. you were declared pregnant, you brought some of the tests home and you deliberately hid them in the drawer of the bedroom table. now it's 6 pm, you're lying down After cleaning the house, relaxing while reading a novel until Rafaelo came home, taking off his shoes, seeing that his house was clean, he smiled and ran to the room, opened the door and smiled seeing you lying quietly on the bed, he approached then crawled towards you, hugged you, kissed your cheeks, forehead and lips. after that he pulled away and smiled. “I'm home, my beloved wife.” he said in a very soft tone. you smiled. “welcome home, my love.” you said. “wait, i have something special!” you said excitedly. he raised his eyebrows then smirked, placing his rough hand on your cheek gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “what is that, my wife?” he asked in a tone that matched yours, full of enthusiasm.

you rub a little then reach for the drawer handle, it opens, then you take out some sheets that you got from the doctor this afternoon, you smile happily then give them to Rafaelo. he was confused looking at the sheet then at you, he read it and after reading Rafaelo looked at you happily, not believing this, putting the sheet down then he held both of your arms. “babe? is that true? not a prank or something?” he said seriously. you chuckled then nodded. “i’m pregnant.” you said and were immediately stunned when seeing your husband jumping happily on the floor beside the bed. “YESSSSSSS, WIFEEE, OH I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!!!”