"Ah, and you two think, my Thomas is not gonna kick his ass" scoffing, "he will knock him dow––" covering her mouth, Nelly dashed out instantly when a nausea almost made her poke.
Raising his eyebrows, "whoa! Dude are you thinking what am thinking?" Ryan grinned.
Widening his eyes, "Yeah, maybe." Justin gasped.
Dashing in, Nelly slumped on the couch helplessly. Holding her stomach, she groan in frustration. "Ugh, my belly aches, I think am hungry."
"Hungry?" Ryan laughed, "or should I say, the baby is hungry?"
Scrunching her brows, Nelly wiped her mouth and looked away. "What are you saying? Am not pregnant."
"Nelly stop acting like a novice person. Of course you are pregnant." Ryan stated.
"Thomas shot faster than I thought, I didn't assume he was gonna be a quick-witted guy." Tossing the file aside, "I mean, you two are not even married yet and, he scored a goal." Justin chuckled.
"You two should better stop talking nonsense. Am not pregnant, okay?"
"Hey, relax, it's not a bad thing to get pregnant before marriage. I mean it's not as if Thomas won't get married to you anyway."
"Ryan, you don't want to be an uncle yet, do you?" Nelly frowned.
Shrugging his shoulders, "why not?"
"Even I, can't wait to be called 'Uncle Justin." He chuckled.
Yawning tiredly, "you guys should stop talking nonsense. Even I, want to be an Aunt, so when is that gonna be?"
When Ryan and Justin did not say anything, but glare at her, she snapped. "So you two don't want me to be an Aunt yet? Isn't it? And you want to be an uncle. You two are unbelievable! Infact, forget it. Am not pregnant anyway." She rolled her eyes.
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9:17am
Edwin and Isabella's apartment
"You gat to be kidding me, are you serious?"
Sipping her juice, "hmm, yup. It's a serious fight, Mom. Even as am talking right now, that girl's life is a living hell." Bianca said.
"Oh my, I feel pity for her." Sitting upright, "but what about Nelly's father? What is he doing about it?"
"Mom, that man has nothing to say. Everything he explained that night, was seriously out of his own mistake." Placing the glass on the table, "if someone is having a hard time, does it mean you should drink yourself to stupor?"
Taking a deep breath, Isabella sighed and helplessly shook her head. "No honey, but I could say that Mr Anderson didn't do well at all. This situation can never be fixed. I mean it'll only break is home and––"
"The home is already broken, Mom." When Isabella widened her eyes, she added, "Justin is keeping malice with Mr Anderson. Aunt Elsa is divorcing Mr Anderson. Nelly hates Phoebe with passion, now tell me why this type of home, won't be broken?"
Helplessly nodding her head, "I pity for them all. Didn't you talk to Justin about it? I mean, couldn't you comfort him and help the situation out?"