Maybe one day I will cook his favourite meals.

"Now let be ready for the heart attack." I rolled my eyes before settling comfortably in the chair, having a diary in my hand. If I read her diary till the end I will get a heart attack, there is no doubt.

Preparing myself for war, I opened the page where I stopped last night and read the article.

'I'm sixteen weeks pregnant but the baby bump says otherwise as I am ready to deliver the baby. It is large enough to pop out any ...