
When I woke up this morning I rang Sampson, I thought I would meet him and just chat for a bit. After last nights disaster I don't think things could get much worse.

Infact things got a lot better. I really liked him. I don't know what was different, but something was. Maybe the way he was acting, or maybe it was me.

Then before I knew it we were kissing, he asked me to be his girlfriend, I couldn't believe it. I said yes, and asked him to move in.

With the money from Sampson we could afford to build this little home, and him having a well payed job helped.

Sampson decided that he needed a makeover so made a quick trip to the salon, and this is the result.

When we got home I asked him to marry me, he accepted and that night we had a private wedding. I was so happy.

The next day I caught a glimps of myself in the mirror, something wasn't right. I don't know if things were moving to fast, or if it was just some bad food, but I didn't feel right.

And that was it, I was pregnant. I was so worried, but Sampson was happy. He kept saying we were going to be a family, but I wasn't sure.

That night Ricky came round to see me. He couldn't believe I was married or pregnant. It was wierd that when I saw him the other day, not only did I not have a person growing in me, but I was single.

By this I assume you can tell, I have gone into labour. This felt like the longest part of my life so far. I spent hours in that room.

But eventually I came out with baby Victoria Florentine, her traits are Loves the Outdoors and Good.

That week I taught her to talk and walk, and we had a bond. To say I was worried about being a mother I seemed to be taking to it like a duck to water.

And I should probably tell Sampson, but I don't know how to tell him. I'm pregnant again.
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