Sunday, 4 March 2012

Marriage Proposal - Snippet of my Erotica novel

For all you guys who would like to read the opening of my Erotica novel here it is, now be warned their is no sex in this chapter, and I thought I should apologise to those who thought it would.

My novel has a storyline, which just happens to have very adult themed sex scenes when they arise...no pun intended.


Blurb - Twenty-seven year old Zoe Burns decides to take life into her own hands.  Everyone around her was settling down and starting a family.  Her sister, Tina, gave birth three months ago, and her brother’s girlfriend, Katie eight weeks before, and even her best friend, Darcy was due any day.  She was broody, and with no man by her side, she made a decision.  She wanted to me mother, and she had only one option.  She needed a donor but which route should she take? A friend, one nightstand or use a clinic?



Chapter One -  Wise Owl pre-school

        Zoe stared at the calendar on the wall.   In six weeks, she would turn twenty-eight.  The date circled in red, a constant reminder.  Turning on one foot, she placed both hands around the coffee mug and downed the remainder of the now luke warm liquid.
        Walking towards the sink, Zoe placed it down on the draining board.  The radio played one of her favourite songs in the background, ‘someone like you’.
        Her life was never dull, and today was no different; she had a very busy day.  As the deputy supervisor of the local pre-school, Zoe had a lot on her plate.  She loved her job, but spending time around toddlers tore at her heartstrings. 
        From the tender age of twelve, she had seen herself married with a family of her own by the time she was twenty-one.  Neither happened, instead she was single, and broody as hell.   Everywhere Zoe looked she saw babies, toddlers and bumps.  She prayed it would soon be her turn, but finding a guy who wanted to settle down seemed to be easier said than done.
        Sighing, Zoe leant against the sink.  Her small kitchen held all the equipment a single woman needed.  Ranging from a cooker to a coffee machine, she removed the glass jug, as the hot liquid inside continued to bubble.  Switching the machine off Zoe refilled her empty mug, and then poured remainder down the sink.  Just as she placed it on the drainer, the phone rang.  Zoe picked up the cordless phone and hit the answer button.
        “Hello,” she said, setting the mug down.
        “Zoe, it’s Darcy.”
        “Are you okay?  You’re not in labour are you?” she asked, holding her breath. Zoe sat down on the nearest chair.  Her best friend Darcy was due any day, and it did not help her situation.  Zoe loved her friend, but knowing she was having a baby any day sent goose bumps all over her body.
         The day she told her the news, she placed a fake smile on her face and hugged Darcy.  Of course, she was happy for her, but at the same time, she was jealous. 
         Zoe wanted to be in her shoes, have the happy relationship Darcy had, and be expecting her first child. 
The moment Darcy’s bump was noticeable the jealously set in deeper.  Zoe wanted those feelings to disappear and she did her best to hide them.  Zoe attempted to keep them hidden, but being her best friend, Darcy knew her to well, and understood how she felt. 
         Zoe recalled the conversation.
         “Look, Zoe, it’s to feel the way you do, honestly I felt the same way when I saw other friends with bumps.”
        “You did?” Zoe croaked.
        “Yes, so please don’t feel bad.  It will happen for you soon enough, we just need to find you the right guy.” Darcy winked.
        Shuffling in her seat, Zoe wrinkled her nose.  Right guy, where was he?  She had still not found him.  She sighed as she waited for her friend to reply.
        “No, honey.  I am so sorry to have worried you.” She paused.  “However I do have a favour to ask you!”
        “Go ahead, ask away.”
        “I know this is a lot to ask you, but it would mean a lot to me.”
        “What would?”
        “Would you be there, at the birth?”
        Zoe almost dropped the phone. Her mouth open, but no words came.
        “Zoe!”
       “I’m here.  Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that.  Won’t Flynn be there?”
       “Yeah, but he’ll just get in the way, besides you’re my best friend.  I want you there.”
       “Really?”
       “Yes,” Darcy replied.  “Really.”
       Could she do it, be there for her at the birth?  Would that be just too much? Yes, it would, but Darcy was her best friend and she knew what her answer would be.  Yes.   “Of course I will, I would do anything for you,” Zoe said, nodding, as a single tear fell down her cheek.  She wiped it away with her finger. 
        “Good,” Darcy paused.   “Not long now.”
        “Yeah, less than a week, am I right?”
        “Yeah, scary huh!”
        “Yeah.”
        The two friends spoke for a few more minutes before hanging up.  Zoe needed to get to work; she would be late if she did not hurry.  
        Throwing her bag onto the passenger seat, she climbed in the driver’s side, and started the engine.  Her red Corsa roared into life.  She had owned the car for a little over six months.  Her brother, John insisted on her buying it, as her old car was unreliable.  The car broke down on her at least once a week.  Usually she would have argued, , but on this occasion, she allowed him to interfere.  Secretly Zoe was pleased he had.  She loved her new car.  It drove like a dream.
        The main reason her brother wanted her to have a new car, was in case she babysat their now five-month-old son.  So far, she had only watched him once, for a few hours, and had spent the time staring at him as he lay in her arms.
         It took fifteen minutes to arrive at the building where the pre-school was.  She pulled into the car park, and switched off the engine.  Climbing out the car, Zoe picked up her bag and headed toward the building.    The name of the school sat above the door, in bold white letters on a dark green background.  ‘Wise Owl Pre-school’. 
        Zoe had worked at the pre-school for six years, and started as a child practitioner, and Jenny her boss promoted her three years ago.  Most days Jenny was around, but more than not, she would be in the office.  The amount of times she had complained about the paperwork.  Jenny had expressed how she wished she could spend more time doing what she loved, being in the room with the children.  Zoe would never want to be in that situation.    She preferred to be in the room, with the children and staff.  She would never want to be in Jenny’s situation.
        Zoe as usual was first in; she unlocked the front door, switched the alarm off, and hung her coat up in the staff room.  Laying her bag on the nearest chair, Zoe flicked the kettle on and set about making another mug of coffee, her third of the day.  She made one for herself, and one for each staff member.  Just as she added the hot water, Jenny entered the staffroom.
        “Morning,” she stated, placing her bag on the armchair.
        “Morning,” Zoe replied, handing her boss a coffee, with two sugars.
        “Just what I needed,” she said, sipping at the contents.
        “Oh, before I forget, Darcy called this morning.”
        “Has she had the baby?” Jenny asked, setting the coffee down on the wooden table.
        “No.  Actually she called to ask me to be at the birth, and I said yes.”
        “Lovely, well I think that’s nice she wants you there, and don’t worry about when the time comes, I will cover you in the room.”
        “You will?  Thank you.”
        “No worries.  Oh, and did I tell you this morning we have a new girl coming in, she’s just turned two.”
        “Ah yes, Bethany.  She’s coming in for a taster session as usual?”
        “Yep.  They’ll be here at ten, and did you remember Lucy is on a course this morning?”
        “Of course.   I called in Brenda.”
        “Good, if you need me you know where I will be.”
        Jenny left the staffroom coffee in hand.
        Five minutes later, Myra, Maddy and Tracey arrived, downed their drinks before heading into the room to set it up.  They were lucky they did not have to clear away everything at the end of a session like some groups.  Zoe entered the room alongside them and stared at the wall. The display on the wall needed updating, and Zoe decided Brenda would do it, as she enjoyed arty projects.  She was always the first staff member to start messy play.  Turning, she watched the staff as they selected a box of toys of the shelf each.
        “Can I have your attention please,” Zoe began.  “Before we continue setting up I need to remind you that Lucy is not in today.  Brenda is here instead, and we have a new child coming in for a taster session.  Also, the board needs changing.  Brenda would you mind doing it for me?   We have some new pieces of artwork in the box all ready to go.”
        Brenda nodded.
       “Zoe, do you want me to do snack, since Lucy is not here?” Maddy asked.
       “Yes please, usual time.  Right guys let’s finish setting up.”
       An hour later, Zoe opened the doors and allowed the parents to enter, marking the names down on the register as they entered.  The children all ran in hung up their coats and rushed into the room.  Many of the children did not even saying goodbye to their parents.  An odd few children would have tears some mornings, but soon settled down.  Occasionally there were children who could not settle, not even Zoe’s magic touch did nothing to soothe them.  She would not give in though, after discussions with Jenny she allowed the child to come in for short bursts, until they settled.  Increasing the length a few days later, and within two weeks the child stayed the entire session.
         Zoe watched the children in the room, her staff busy with them.  A small child with a mop of brown hair tugged on her trouser leg.  Zoe bent down to his eye level.  He showed her his creation.  A model of a snail made from red playdough. Zoe studied the snail.
        “That’s brilliant, how about we make some more?” she questioned.
        The little boy nodded, as Zoe sat down on one of the small chairs and rolled out some playdough.  Creating her own version of a snail, she sat it on the table.
        “Well I think yours is much better than mine, don’t you think?” Zoe asked him.
        The little boy nodded, and created another smaller snail.  Checking the clock, Zoe noted she had half an hour before the new child was due.  They would open the doors to the outside play area once she arrived, even though there was a chill in the air, she knew the kids would want to play out.  They loved the outdoor area, and who could blame them.  It was the best thing about the place; they had a large concrete area where they could ride their cars and bikes and a sensory garden, a vegetable garden and a play area, with swings, a slide and a playhouse.  Standing, she moved to another sea of the room, making notes in her notepad.  She moved towards Myra, and spoke to her.
        “Myra, in about ten minutes can you open the doors, please.  It’s time the kids went out this morning.  Make sure they put a coat or at least a jumper on.”
        Myra nodded.
        The doorbell rang; Zoe left the room to answer it, removing the key from the hook.  She then unlocked the door, and placed a smile on her lips.  She stared into those eyes, those deep brown eyes, and the dimples and perfect teeth.  Her heart flipped, he was drop dead gorgeous.  She realised she was staring. She finally noticed the small child beside him, Bethany.
        “Come in,” she babbled.   “Come in,” she repeated, “And this must be Bethany, hi.”
        The little girl clung to the man’s leg, but still she smiled up at her.  Opening the door wider, Zoe allowed them to enter before her.   Bethany’s eyes lit up as she saw all the toys.
        “Go ahead, you can play while I talk to your daddy,” Zoe said.  I could stare at him all day.  My gosh he has stunning green eyes.
        “She loves painting,” the man said.
        “Well that’s good, because we have them out every day, so expect lots to come home then,” Zoe chuckled.  Usually talking to new parents was easier, but this guy had her heart doing somersaults.  “As you can see, we have a variety of toys out, which we change daily, meeting all the children’s needs.”
The man nodded.
         “As you may already be aware the staff here are all qualified to level three and above.  We have Myra over by the building blocks and then Brenda, who has her little helpers creating a new display.  If you would like to follow me, I’ll show you to the outside play area.”
          Zoe moved forward weaving around the children playing at tables and on the floor.  Reaching the doors, she led the father outside.
         “You know I just realised I did not introduce myself,” she said, letting out a small chuckle.  “I’m Zoe.”
         “I know, it says on your uniform.”
         “True, it does.”  God, think before you speak, she warned herself.
          “I’m Eric, and to be honest her mother was meant to be coming, but she had a last minute meeting.  So here I am.”
          Yes, here you are.  You’re married, so get that thought of out of your head, Zoe.  “Right, okay.         After this little tour I’ll show you to Jenny’s office, where you’ll need to fill in the appropriate paperwork.”
          “Of course.”
          “Over there we have Maddy and Tracey, as you can see this is our outdoor area.  In a few months time we will have our new outdoor sandpit, which will have a roof over it, so we can use it all year round.”
          “Sounds good, and the place is perfect.  Bethany will love it here.  I feel she needs to spend time with other children.”
           “I could not agree more.  Children thrive in group settings like these.”
           “Do you have children?” Eric asked.
           “No,” it pained her to say.
           “Would you like them?”
            Zoe remained silent.
           “Sorry, not the questions I should be asking.  My wife had a list,” he stuttered.  “I have it here somewhere,” he said, pushing is hand inside his jacket pocket.
           “I’ll answer any questions you have, and then I will take you to Jenny.”
           Ten minutes later, she led Eric to her boss’s office and headed back into the room. 
           Entering she heard singing coming from the room.  Maddy had a stunning voice, unlike her own, she could not hold a note, but the kids did not seem to care. 
            Joining the small group, she pulled out the instruments a way to disguise her voice.  She could not bear it if Eric heard her singing.  Not that she had a chance with him.  Besides, she would never attempt to break up their marriage.  After all, it was just a crush on a parent.  It had never happened to her before.    Lucy once dated a single father, and although it did not last.  When he brought his child to the pre-school there was tension in the room.  Zoe swore she would never allow that to happen to her.
          “Twinkle twinkle little star,” the group sang, using a variety of instruments, to shake, bang and rattle.   The noise level grew louder than usual, but she allowed it this once.  The children loved it; Bethany held a shaker in each hand and wore a huge smile on her face as she joined in.
            Her father needed not to worry Bethany would be fine, and she prayed her father would allow her to join their playgroup, and not opt for the one on the other side of town. 
           Jenny took over ten years ago as the manager, and things improved quickly.  Children flooded to join, and  she soon had a waiting list. She hired more staff, and the team worked hard together to make the day enjoyable for the children and the staff.   When Zoe joined four years after Jenny became manager the group had grown in numbers and they hired another member of staff.  The team now complete.
           Zoe checked the time once again.  The morning was moving along nicely, another half an hour and the parents would be arriving to pick up their children.  Then they had half an hour for lunch, and they would start all over again.
          “Zoe,” Jenny called from the door.
          Zoe stood turned to face her boss, and strode across the now tidy room.  “All okay?”
Jenny nodded.
         “Yeah, Eric seems very happy and Bethany will join us three mornings a week.  Since its Friday tomorrow, I suggested he starts her afresh next week.”
          Zoe nodded.  “Sounds good.  Shall I go collect her, or is she staying for the remainder of the session?”
          “He’s just taking a look at the plans for the new sand pit as he may be able to help us out!”
          “Help us out?” Zoe asked.
          “That’s what he said.”
          “How?”
           Jenny shook her head, “No idea.  When I know, you’ll know.  Anyway, carry on and we’ll have a bit more of a chat at lunch time.”
           Zoe watched her leave.  Had she missed something.  New parents never offered their services to help.  Not even with cake sales.  No, this did not sit well with her.  Eric was up to something.  What, she had no idea, but she planned on finding out.
          The parents waited outside ready to be let in and collect their children.  Eric now joined them.  Zoe saw him talking with Ben’s mother she had her mouth wide open.  Zoe could almost see her drooling; in fact, he had mother’s attention since he was the only father waiting to pick up their child that day.
          God, they are so obvious. Zoe thought as she unlatched the door.  Then followed them back into the room where the children sat on the mat waiting.  Each child raced to their parent as they entered the room.                The parents and children together collected any pictures of artwork from the table, before saying goodbye as they left the room.
            Zoe placed a tick by each name as the children left, and the only child and parent remaining at the end was Eric and Bethany.
            “I just wanted to say thanks for the tour, and we’ll see you next week, won’t we Bethany?”
            “Okay, I look forward to seeing you young lady.  Oh before you go, we’re having the water trays out Monday, so it would be an idea to bring spare clothes in a bag.  They always almost end up soaked.”
             “Thanks, I’ll make sure she has one.”
             The afternoon ran smoothly. 
             Zoe caught up with the observations on her key children.  She enjoyed the time she was able to spend with them.   Getting to know these tiny people, they were like little sponges at that age, learning something new every day.  It amazed her how excited their faces were when they discovered something new.  Zoe especially loved their nature walks.  The kids loved collected twigs, leaves and exploring the surrounding walls, trees and shrubs for insects.
             At the end of the day, Zoe remained to finish a few notes, leaving the staff to head to their own homes.  She remained for another hour, once finished, she chatted with Jenny before heading to her own home. 
             The traffic lights all seemed to be against her and her thoughts turned to Eric’s stunning green eyes.  Bethany had beautiful eyes, and lushish black hair.  How she would love a child to be just like that.  A boy or a girl, she did not care.  These days it was all she could think about and being single made matters worse.   With each new baby being born into the family the more she longed to hold her own child in the crook of her arm.  Which reminded her, she had agreed to be there at the birth of Darcy’s.  Would she regret saying yes?
Zoe sighed heavily.  Of course, she would not regret saying yes, but she was nervous.   Nervous for Darcy and for herself, neither had experienced labour.  It was a scary thought; maybe watching from the sidelines may put her off wanting a baby so badly.  She put the car into third gear and slowed down at the traffic lights. 
           Moments later, the light turned green and she moved forward following the two cars in front of her.  the sound of her phone caused her to slam on the breaks, she swerved and parked in a lay-by.  Switching the engine off, Zoe fished inside her bag, found her phone, checked the caller I-D, and hit call.  The phone rang twice.
          “Oh, Zoe were you driving?” her mother asked.
          “Yes, mum, I pulled into a lay-by, what’s up?”  she asked.  It was rare for her mother to call her on a Friday, and wondered what the occasion to be.
         “I need a favour.  Well your brother and Katie do.”
        “How come you’re asking instead of them?”
        “Well truth is, I’m meant to watching Aaron, but I have an emergency to attend to.  Can you swing by and collect him?”
        “Of course I can.   What time are they due to come and get him?”
        “Seven.”
        Zoe scanned the clock in the car.  It read five-to four.  Spending the following three hours would be her pleasure; she adored her nephew.
       “I’m on my way,” she said, ending the call.
       Zoe sighed.  Aaron was a delightful child, quiet and at five months old, he could occupy himself.  Not that Aaron would have to when looked after him.  Zoe would play and fuss over him.  Maybe more than she should, but being his aunty she felt she was allowed to.
        Strapping him in the car ten minutes later, he cooed and waved his chubby little arms at her.
        “You’re going to be a good boy for Aunty Zoe aren’t you?”
        He blew bubbles at her; she smiled down at him and planted a wet kiss on his head.  He still had that baby smell.  She inhaled long and deep.  What am I doing, she asked herself.  “Let’s get you back to mine, little man.  I’ll make you some tea, feed you a bottle and then you can take a nap.”
Arriving at her home, she fixed him a dish of vegetables, meat and gravy.  Aaron ate every mouthful.  He was such a good little eater. Carrying him into the living room, she lay back with him in her arm and fed him his bottle.  Zoe closed her eyes, holding him close to her as he guzzled down the remainder of the bottle.
Zoe stood before the mirror and eyes her reflection, placing her hands on her swollen tummy she hears laughter from behind her.  She turns, places a smile on her lips, and watches the young girl bounce on the bed.
         “Mummy, I can jump,” the little girl announces.
        “Yes you can, but that is not a trampoline,” a male voice replies.
         Zoe turns to the direction of the voice.
         The bottle fell to the ground; Aaron lay motionless in her arms.  Fear gripped at her heart.  As she suddenly noted his chest, rise and fall.  She would never have forgiven herself if she had suffocated her nephew.  She had only closed her eyes briefly, but enough to know never to do it again.  It took an hour before her heart returned to its normal speed.
          She sat watching his chest move with every breath he took.  Each time she relaxed.

          The doorbell rang half an hour later.  Zoe shifted the sleeping child over her shoulder and made her way to the door.  Opening it, she came face to face with Katie and her brother, John.
          “Evening, oh look at him,” Katie cooed.  “Has he been asleep long?”
          “About an hour max,” she replied. “Come in, John, you can put the kettle on.”
         “Can I now!” he said, raising his eyebrow.
         “Yes.  Yes you can.”
         “So, are you enjoying being back at work?” Zoe asked Katie.
         “Yeah, I am.  Actually I wanted to talk to you about something,” Katie said.
          “You do?”
          “Yeah, John is going to kill me, but it wasn’t planned, at least not yet.”
          “Oh My God, you’re not, again!”
          “I know, and yes I am. I’m thrilled, but not sure John will be.”
         “Will be what?” John said entering the living room.  “Kettle’s on.”
         “Good.” Turning back to face Katie, she stated.  “You have to tell him.”
         “Come on girls what’s the secret?” he chuckled.  “Who’s pregnant this time?”
         Both women narrowed their eyes, and Zoe smirked.
         “Zoe, oh my god that’s great news.  You kept this new man of yours quiet.”
        “What new man.”
         “I assume you’re getting married?”
        “Hang on a minute, John.  I’m single, and I’m not pregnant.”
        John looked over to his wife.
        “Katie?”
        “Yes.”
        “Do you have something to tell me?”
        Aaron stirred.
        “Tell him, Katie.”
        “Katie.”
        “You’re going to be a dad, again,” Zoe blurted out.  “Sorry,” she said, turning to Katie, and biting her lip.
        “I am?”
        “Are you mad?”
        “God no, honey, you could have told me.  I would never be mad.  I just worry this may be hard work, since Aaron is so young,” he paused.  “How far along do you think you are?”
        “I would say six weeks, and yes I did all the tests.  They were all positive.”
        “We’re having another baby,” John said.
        “Yes we are, and you’re right, I should have just told you John,” Katie said.
        “Yes, yes you should I’m happy, our family will be complete.”
        “Congratulations you two,” Zoe said.  “Thanks, looks like you little man are going to be a big brother.”
John sat down, took his wife’s hand and kissed it.  “We’ll be fine, won’t we,” he said, removing his son from Zoe’s lap.  “And yes, a big brother you will be.”
       “I’ll go make that tea,” Zoe said.
       “I think we better go, Zoe.  We’ll leave the tea.  We really should get him home, bath him and then put Aaron to bed and to be honest I’m shattered.”
       “Are you sure?”
       “Yes.   I think we’ll head home.  I want a bath too, and I could do with an early night,” Katie said.        “Thanks for taking such good care of him.”
       “You’re welcome.”
       “I’ll take Aaron out to the car,” Katie said.
       “Okay, honey, I’ll just grab his bag and stuff,” John said.
       Alone in the living room, Zoe turned to her brother, and spoke quietly to him.
       “Are you really okay about having a new baby on the way?”
       John straightened himself, held the blanket in one hand pulled the bag over his shoulder.
       “Actually, I really am.  I wanted two kids, and even though I know it will be hard, we’ll be fine.  I’ll make sure Katie’s taken care of.  I think she should stay home, but I know she won’t hear of it.”
       “She loves her job, John, but she loves her son and you more.”
       “I know, we’re a good team,” he answered, pulling his sister into a hug, and ending the hug as quickly as it began.
       “We’ll that’s good, and you’re already a great dad, and Katie has done a lovely job with Aaron, he is perfect.”
        “Yeah, he is.  Let’s just hope this new arrival is a little sister.  I’ll be quite happy to have one of each.”
        “I’d be happy with just a healthy baby.”
        “And you will, one day, Zoe.  It will be your turn, but right now you can be the best aunty in the whole world.”
        “Cheers,” Zoe said, slapping her brother playfully on the back.
        “I’ll see you Sunday at Mums for the usual family roast.”
         I’ll be there, one as usual?”
         John nodded.

        Alone, Zoe poured herself a small glass of red wine.  Carried it to the bathroom and added the plug.  The bath water turned a pale pink, as she added a rosewater fragrant salt.  Removing all her clothes, Zoe slid into the bath, closed her eyes and thought about the weekend.  Her sister Tina would be there, along with her three-month-old son, Lewis, with his button nose, and full head of brown hair.  She recalled the conversation with her best friend, Darcy and hoped she was doing okay.  She had less than one week left and then she would be a mother too.  How would Darcy cope with the labour?  How would Zoe cope with being there, maybe it would put her of wanting to a mother herself.  She looked at the full glass of wine, lifted it to her lips and took a small mouthful.  Staring at the steamed up window, her thoughts wandered.  An image of Eric flashed before her eyes.  The man was married she had to remind herself.  She really needed to get out there and meet a guy, and get this one off her mind.  Something about him attracted her to him, and it wasn’t just how pretty and cute his offspring was.  No his eyes memorized her.  Maybe he had a brother.  She toyed with the idea.
        The phone ringing took her from her daydreaming.  She climbed out of the bath, dripping wet, and naked she hurried towards the phone.
        “Hello.”
       “It’s time.”
       “Just gone eight I think,” Zoe replied.
       “No, I mean it’s time.”
        It took Zoe a few minutes to realise it was Darcy on the phone.
       “Darcy, oh my god!” Thank goodness, I only had one small mouthful of that wine, she thought.       “Should I pick you up or meet you there.”
        “Zoe, Flynn’s getting the car right now.  We’re heading there now.  My waters broke half an hour ago.”
        “I’ll get dried and dressed and then I’ll be on my way.”
        “Were you in the bath?”
         Zoe nodded.  “Yes.”
       “Oh, okay.  I’ll see you there.”
       Zoe hung the phone up, dashed back to the bedroom.  She quickly dried her body, pulled on underwear  and an old pair of jeans, a grey t-shirt and trainers. 
       Ten minutes later, she drove towards the hospital.  She was nervous about the birth, yet excited at the same time.  Zoe arrived, parked, paid the expensive car park fee and entered the building. 
       Following the signs on the wall, she soon came to the labour ward.  Taking a deep breath, she pressed the button, and a midwife led her to the room where Darcy lay.




 Please let me know what you think, good, bad, needs work, or any comments at all. Oh and by the way this is my first Erotica novel...:-)  Looking forward to hearing your thoughts, and if I was able to publish this novel, would you want to read more...?


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