While you were in the room asleep, you felt sick in the stomach and ran to the bathroom to throw up. It was only the morning as you went to the bathroom, seems like the symptoms added up to pregnancy despite the discharge and fatigue you felt. Til you walked into your husband's study and seen that he was busy with paperwork and phone calls.

Milton didn't want to deal with anything else as he was trying to get caught up with everything thrown at him, you sighed and was about to walk out. Til he spotted and said your name gruff and deep, as he smoked his cigar. Being the wife of Milton Lynxley was sort of draining but at least he provided.