Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 973

Jackson did not release his grip. Instead, he held her more tightly, as though Tiffany was a treasure he had taken too much time to recover. “I can’t sleep, babe. And who says you have to sleep just because you’re tired, huh? Don’t move. I wanna hold onto you a little longer.”

Tiffany may say no outwardly, but her body was already submitting to his demand. It changed into a more comfortable position in his embrace for maximum comfort while she continued watching her drama. It was then that he suddenly clapped on her bouncy stomach and remarked, “You’ve gone a little bigger.”

Tiffany froze before kicking him away in a sheer act of reflex. “Are you crazy?” she cried.

Her reaction startled him. “W-What’d I do?”

His action shocked her too much. His force might not have been a lot, but it was not at all light, either, especially when he hit too close to where the baby was. After calming herself, she finally said, “Can you please not hit my stomach like that anymore?”

Jackson thought it meant his gesture had hurt her, so he quickly reached out to rub the spot apologetically. “It hurt, huh? Sorry. Here, let me give you a nice rub. Though I don’t think I hit you that hard…? I mean, you were quite, er, muscular in the past too, weren’t you? We always did something like that in the past!”

“Muscular?!” Who would describe a girl with a word like that? Instantly, Tiffany shoved his massaging fingers away from her and retorted, “Muscular? Are you admitting that you think I’ve grown portly? ‘Cause that ain’t it, honey. I… I’m just… well, I’m pregnant!”

Jackson immediately bounced to his butt and sat up straight, his eyes trained on her. “What the f—what did you say?”

His intense stare was creeping her out. “W-W-Why are you looking at me like that? I really am pregnant, Jackson… And I’ll have you know it happened before Eric’s, uh, problem, so I haven’t gone around to telling everyone. But then your little slap on my belly triggered me…”

A million thoughts raced across Jackson’s head. His woman was pregnant. But the two of them had split for so long and had not had sex for quite a period that he could not help but wonder whose child it was. How long did she have the baby?

Could the father be someone else?