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The Lost Twin '' I Own The Pregnancy ''

The Lost Twin '' I Own The Pregnancy ''

Author: Ella's Pen
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Chapter 1 SATURDAY CLEAN UP.

Word Count: 1096    |    Released on: 17/05/2025

nd Debbie woke up with a big yawn,

rgot where she was, still

r parents' house. "Where am I?" Sh

iful pink curtains that had decorated her r

ed. holding her h

cold wind. She jolted upright

whispered to herself, the

ed at the clock on the wall and started

her in bed at this time, sh

the fisherman who had helped Debbie and Dani

the house, Ma'am Margarita hasn't m

from someone like Debbie and Daniel, who she th

Daniel, who was still fast asleep bes

d, in a voice barely above a whisper, n

ne, Deb. I wa

e burying his face in the pil

get up!" her voice was urgent no

, turning over, but he d

in, this time pulling the b

eyes still half closed. "What...what time is it?

he panic out of her voice. "If Ma'am Margarita catche

nd he suddenly moved, jumping out of b

consequences. "I didn't mean to sleep this late," h

way of making them move faster than they wanted to. They both

se chores the moment the sun came up.

t even supposed to be here

m before Ma'am Margarita noticed. She quickly grabbed her nighties jacket fr

only made the ticking clock on the w

or Daniel to follow. They couldn't make any

behind her, his steps

eked. The hallway was empty. Reli

still in her room. She thought. So she stepped

from last night's dinner were still piled up in the sink, and she was more s

rted wiping down the coun

ing woken up so suddenly, began helping

rd footsteps approaching. Her

with Daniel. They both knew

er fat body, the kind that made them feel like

alled from the hallway, They

ne. Debbie forced a smile and wiped her hands on th

ing up in the kitchen," she said quickly,

ze. Ma'am Margarita stood in the doorway,

d tone. She looked around the kitchen,

knew what was coming. "You're late,

point in arguing. "Yes, Ma'am," she said qui

ntinued, stepping into the kitchen. Her presence fe

e spotless by the time I get

mbled in unison, their voi

ent, then turned and walked out,

let out the breath they'd been holding. D

and they both set to work, scrubbing, cleaning, a

uld jump, worried Ma'am Margarita would

er than the last, then suddenly, someone came in as th

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