《His One Love》Chapter 8
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Lydia woke up the next day in bed with Peters arm draped over her waist. She rolled over to face him only to find he was already awake. He smiled at her "Good morning princess" Peter said with a smirk. "Hey" Lydia said sleeply. "How about we get dressed and go to Granny's to get breakfast" Peter says "Ok" Lydia says getting out of bed she looked down and forgot she was only in her bra and panties because of her and Peter partaking in certain activities the night before. Lydia normally would have freaked out but she felt strangely ok with being in het bra in front of Peter now. Peter felt the same way heck he could stand in the middle of the street with his boxers on and probably wouldn't care. He had lived for so long he has more than enough time to develop a big ego and time to feel comfortable in his own skin. Lydia got on a Jean material top and paired it with a short flowey white skirt and put on black flats. Lydia walked to the living room and did a twirl. Peter looked at her in aw "You are stunning I mean breathtaking" He said Lydia blushed and headed to the door Peter followed.
When they got to Granny's a girl came to take there order Lydia felt like she knew this girl but pushed the feeling deep down ignoring it. The girl walked up to them and said "Hello my name is Red what can I get you this morning?" Peter went ahead and ordered them blueberry pancakes. As Lydia was eating she started to feel strange she felt sweat dripping down her face and she felt light headed. Peter looked at her with concern "Lyd are you ok?" All Lydia did was shake her head no then she fanted. Peter quickly got up and screamed "Someone get her to a hospital!" Red came running out and said "Follow me" Peter picked Lydia up bridal style and ran after Red. She got into her truck and so did Peter and Red raced to the hospital. Red stopped the car and Peter waisted no time he got her in the hospital and into a room in no time. "Is she going to be ok?" He asked weakly clear concern showing in his eyes. "Yes" the doctor said.
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4 hours later
"What happened I feel like crap" Lydia said trying to sit up but was to weak so she fell back on the hospital bed. "Easy princess you are in the hospital you fainted at Granny's so we took you here". Peter said in a whisper. "Well we have the results" the doctor said coming into the room "Oh good you are awake" He said smiling at Lydia. Peter looked on at him "So..."He said "Oh yes well we are going to have to take her blood to run some tests" He said "Anything just figure out what is wrong with her" Peter said worry showing in his eyes. "Peter I will be ok" Lydia said squeezing his arm reassuringly. "Ok let's do this" the doctor said.
Lydia looked at Peter and smiled "I love you" she said Peter beamed back "I love you to that's why I can't loose you". The doctor came in and sat down he looked at Lydia akwardly and said "Well after the tests we found out that you are in good health and nothing is wrong" Peter sighed in relief "But" the doctor said looking uncomfortable "Lydia have you done anything sexual latley?" Lydia went red "Yes why?" Peter asked confused the doctor turned to Lydia and said "Well congratulations Ms.Jones you are pregnant."
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