"Congratulations, dear Mary"
Yes, the doctor told me, and Mary blinked with her pussy.
The location is the Albert family mansion. One of those rooms.
Mary is sitting across the street with the Albert family doctor. Mary has also been cared for since childhood and admires her like her grandfather.
I've been feeling uncomfortable for him the last few days, but I just have to blink at an unexpected response. At the end of the diagnosis, I've heard the words "you have a cold", "you're tired", and "you shouldn't have a pseudo disease" many times before, but this is the first time I have "congratulations".
In the first place, what a strange story to be celebrated for complaining of malaise. If we talk about it, we've celebrated it again as the doctors would change it.
"I don't know, thank you. So, what's my status?
"So congratulations"
"Many thanks for being polite. I wonder what this carelessness is. Besides, you've been sleepy lately."
"Yeah, so he said, 'Congratulations.'"
"Thank you, if you're so congratulated, I'll have the cake baked later. But this sloppiness will be troubling. Cold, I guess."
"... Congratulations, Dear Mary. I congratulate you with all my heart."
Mary looked at him just as uncomfortably, too, to the doctor who would tell her to push in case.
He seems to be happy for a long time, making the wrinkles in his eyes deeper than usual and smiling.
Isn't it as if you're witnessing a grandson celebration? It is not the face of a doctor who puts the patient in front of him.
If I stared at it, a certain thought came to mind in Mary's chest, and gradually began to feel like twitching and seeping.
My doctor says, "Congratulations."
That is......
"Congratulations, are you?
When I asked with my hands on my fearful abdomen, my doctor nodded when I said I had finally passed it on.
Even that expression is gentle around, that is years of mansion service. Even Mary's bluntness is a beloved element to him.
"Yeah, congratulations. I'm honored to be here."
"Well, congratulations...... On my stomach......!
Still (...) rubbing her flat stomach, Mary breathed much more.
Today's piece is the type that belts the abdomen. Even so, it does not tighten as tight as a corset, but to the point of tying it gently and wearing brackets and tightness. Without bitterness, I'd have forgotten the existence of my belt until this moment now.
Still, the doctor laughed at Mary's haste when she unbuckled her belt.
Then from behind "Dear Mary......!" and I heard a moving voice.
He's one of the maids who's been working as Mary's caregiver since day to day. He was still there today to show Mary, and to listen to the doctor.
"Congratulations, Mary! It's an honor to hear from you, too!
"Thank you. I'll be busy, but it's nice to meet you."
"Yeah, of course. Oh, how delightful! You sound like a happy bell to the Albert family!
In the maid's words, Mary said, "The sound of a bell?" He asked and returned.
There's so much joy from her tone that it's not strange to dance with a circle with emotion on a song.
My husband's pregnancy, which I take care of on a daily basis, I could also ask myself with my husband. This is all about made-up profit, and there is nothing happier and more proud in a made-up's life.
Is that joy reaching its pinnacle and the word that came out is' the sound of a happy bell '?
Indeed, the sound of a bell in a moment of happiness is a production that is also used a lot on the stage.
Unlike Mary, whose twists and feelings are beginning to gush, the maid's brain may already have flower gardens spread and the sound of the bell ringing.
On the contrary, doesn't even the doctor fit in with the maid's story about how the bell sounds?
"What a loud bell noise."
I forgive the maid Mary rejoices as she clasps her shoulders.
Although she is embarrassed by the maid, Mary's hands have been attached to her abdomen since earlier. Naturally, my abdomen is still flat, but I slowly rubbed, "You think so, don't you?" and even talk to him.
Although attitude is what keeps calm, Mary is also floating. The more I realise, the more one and one and the more pokopokopoko blossoms in my brain to create a flower garden, and whether I am impressed by the joy of a maid or even the sound of a bell.
As Mary and the maid floated, the doctor also smiled bitterly and exclaimed in a loving voice, "We'll both talk first".
Congratulations, that is, Mary's pregnancy.
But if it were Mary Albert's pregnancy, which is nothing else, it would naturally be unpublishable.
It is visible and obvious that a new generation of the country's best celebrities, the social world, will be noisy. That is also Mary now a candidate for the succession of the Albert family, so the public might consider it 'the birth of a further future Lord'.
Mary's older brothers Lang and Lucien still don't have a single story about their marriage. Expectations for Mary and Mr. and Mrs. Addy increase.
This would be an announcement that would rock the social world. We should take the steps we should take and make them public where they deserve to be.
"You know, I just rock the social world."
Sorry wow... and laughing less than full, Mary lay down in bed with Posun.
Caress your stomach slowly. Until yesterday it was only a part of my body, my abdomen, but now it seems more importantly loving. I feel warm and ticklish.
"I'd like to give you a quick kiss. But it won't reach you, so just be patient with your hands now."
As he spoke to his stomach and rubbed it with his hand, he was gently knocked on the door with Conn.
If you reply, the door slowly opens and Addy peeks into your face from the gap. Did you think that Mary might be asleep as the knock also sounded smaller than usual and carefully watched what was going on indoors?
"My lady, if you'll excuse me for the rest of the day. May I come in?
"Addy, it's okay. I was just lying there."
"How are you doing? What about the doctor?
Mary smiled back at Addy, who looked worried. Pomp and tap the edge of the bed and prompt them to sit here.
You didn't think it mattered because of that behavior, or Addy gave you a relief look. He sits on the edge of the bed and reaches for Mary.
Are you paying for silver thread hair on your forehead at your fingertips to see your complexion? Slowly narrowed her rusty eyes and squeezed one of Mary's hair as she played.
"I'm glad it doesn't seem like a big deal. What did the doctor say?
To Addy as she asked, Mary intensified her grin.
Take his hand, still playing with his hair, and lean over to his own cheek. If I rubbed myself over, his thumb stroked my cheek.
I look up at it upwards and remember the doctor's diagnosis.
"'Congratulations,' he said. Congratulations, Addy."
Mary tells with a couscous and a laugh.
In contrast, Addy rounded his eyes and then...,
"... thank you?
And I gave it back wondering.
Unexpectedly Mary blows out lightly and laughs. - - If the doctor were here, would he have told you to tear up Mary's bluntness earlier? Or will you keep a warm eye that this is a couple's interaction...
"The doctor said 'Congratulations'. So congratulations, Addy."
"Yeah, thank you for that. If you want to celebrate, let us prepare the cake for tea time after dinner. Anyway, is the carelessness tiresome everyday, or is it a cold?
Mary's grin intensifies even more to Addy, who returns it without knowing it yet.
At the end, he clapped his shoulders with a shade of shuddering and loving, "Because it's completely dull," he said. I put myself on a high shelf a few minutes ago...... instead, I keep it around the top floor shelf.
But even though it's dull, is it somewhat better to guess than Mary, when Addy realizes something and says, "Congratulations... do you?," he muttered. Rather than asking Mary, it's a tone that exudes boiling questions in herself.
Mary turns her prank grin into something calm, gently urging Addy's hand, which was stroking her cheek, to her own abdomen.
Whether that led to certainty or not, Addy's rusty eyes glowed so plainly.
Not to mention the happy look, but the likelihood of embracing Mary right now. Then the hand touching the abdomen is a terribly slow one, so if you try it on Mary, her stomach and heart are not tickled.
"Oh, my lady, that's, I mean...!
"That's the thing. Congratulations, Addy."
Mary woke up her torso and told her to hold his hand and change it.
If you stare into his eyes, his rusty eyes still shine like this. I'm sure Mary's eyes shine just as well.
Addy then slowly spread his arms and softly embraced them. A weak embrace that wraps gently. Even delicate glasswork would hold it a little stronger. In this weakness, holding the cotton doesn't even snag.
If it was a normal time, you could either insist on a stronger hug or say, "If you think I'm going to get caught in such a weak hug, you're making a big mistake!" and I might have slipped through the joke mix.
Except now.
Addy now also embraces Mary and her new life in Mary.
I can't wait to be happy, I want to hug you hard but I don't know what to add or subtract. I can't put in the force but I don't want to let go.
That conveyed Addy's feelings, and Mary turned her arms to his back again.
If it's my first embrace of my child, I can't help but be terrified.