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Mark hadn’t seen Bella for 2 months since they had lost control and decided that they had the hots for each other. The thought that was still racking his brain was the fact that he didn’t use protection. And as if right on cue, his secretary paged him.

“Yes Pamela?” Mark said into the phone.

“There’s a Miss Bella Stewart here to see you, Mr. Vandenbush,” Pamela replied.

Mark was taken aback. Bella was here; in his office? After 2 months? But why? The only way he could find out was welcome her in. “Send her in,” he said, and waited for her to walk in.

Bella walked in, her blondish red hair rushing down her shoulders. Her green eyes were filled with worry, and when she looked up at him, she smiled. “Wow. I haven’t seen you in a while,” she blushed.

“Yeah,” Mark replied. “How have you been?”

“We need to talk about something,” Bella said.

“Sure. How have you been?” Mark reiterated.

“Well, okay. I have finally gotten my floral shop started up. It’s Bella’s Flowers in downtown. It’s coming a long,” she said, smiling. “How about you?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking non-stop about that night Bella. Why did you leave? I don’t understand,” Mark began, standing up.

“That’s why I’m here,” Bella walked to the window.

“What do you mean?” Mark said, his voice filled with hope and his eyes opening wide.

“I’m pregnant,” Bella cried.