This time I had no special symptoms, only recently some horrible familiar sensation appeared: as if someone was stirring in the stomach. As I myself argued that it can not be like this, that it's after my biocream in the stomach turns, but then I decided to go for complacency to the gynecologist. Self-calmed, called ... Ultrasound showed pregnancy twenty-two weeks! As they say, it's too late to drink Borjomi, let alone abortion. Of course, she told her husband everything that I think about him.
"You, Semyonov, are a sexy maniac." I told you, protect yourself, and you said: "Women, while they are breastfeeding, do not become pregnant!" And that's it! We will have a daughter in four months.
- Sunny, do not worry. It's wonderful - my daughter! And in general, children are the flowers of life! - and he kisses me tenderly in the neck and pushes cautiously towards the bed. Well, a pure maniac! It would be better at least once the baby belyshko hung out or pampers Tarasiku changed!
Okay, make up. I stopped worrying about an unplanned pregnancy and looked forward to the birth of my daughter. Only for a short time my peace of mind lasted. Once I went to the store for milk (already in the eighth month was) and missed the door with the cashier of our railway station. Not a woman Valya, but another, brand-new - a young one, red, all in curls and dimples.
"Hello," she said cheerfully.
We have a small village , many people know each other, and the cashier knew me - until the first birth, while she went to work, she took a ticket to the city every day. She was always so polite, but she did not even answer: she blushed, dropped her head and slipped past me like a mouse.
"Good afternoon, Claudia Ivanna," she nodded to the saleswoman, still staring after the cashier. "Do not you know what's wrong with her?"
"With Lyubka?" Soon will be as round as you. And for the same reason.
- What? - I did not understand.
"And your husband will tell you more about yourself." I flew out of the store, even forgetting why
came. I rushed home, supporting my belly with both hands, so as not to prevent me from running. Only the door opened, and Semenov was already stroking my hand and how the cat licked the sour cream.
"Tarasik is asleep, can we lie down?"
"You'll lie down right now," I promised. - Only one. In intensive care. Tell me, what is the name of the red cashier from the station? My husband pulled his hand away, turned pale so that he looked faint.
"Did you swallow the tongue?" - approaching menacingly.
- Lyuba ...
"How long have you been with her?"
- What? With whom? Whispers in a whisper.
- Do not pretend to be a valenok! Love
with Love - that's what and with whom! People say, you're not just going to take our daughter away from the hospital!
- Mashenka, the sun, fishing, zainka ... Honest, honest word, one time only the devil beguiled. And she immediately give birth! And to me, except for you, no one ...
I wanted to slap traitor Semyonov in the face, but did not have time: the abdomen of the abdomen was twisted with such pain that it fell on the wall to the floor. My daughter gave birth two months ahead of schedule. My husband dragged me to the hospital supplies of tobacco products and a bunch of flowers, and even sent such notes that neighbors in the room with their teeth creaked with envy. We made a general cleaning in the house for our discharge, and afterwards, for any work on the farm, I grabbed the first one. In general, I forgave him the "left" campaign.
And the red-eyed cashier soon married . Whether her husband knew what would bring up another's child, or not - I do not know. In general, the husband after that case has strongly changed for the better. True, I did not lose the lure of the "maniac", only now did not pull me on the bed almost violently, but imploringly looked into my eyes and asked: "Mashul, come on, ah?" Well, how can you refuse? As a sufferer you will not regret? I was sorry! Anyutka (as we called her daughter) only one and a half year old was fulfilled, and I again go to the district maternity hospital. Three babies, three flowers - modest such, but a bouquet. My mother no longer congratulated me, as the first two times, but on the contrary - she cursed: "It's only millionaires who can afford to start a child each year, and you earn three kopecks, and grow like rabbits from Kentucky!"
I was offended by rabbits , and with Semenov like a goose, water: "Do not make noise, Mom, children are flowers of life. Then you will thank yourself for your three grandchildren! "The next few years did not live well for the soul in the soul, but it was normal, almost did not quarrel. True, I was suspicious of every pregnant woman, but Semyonov did not give any obvious reasons for jealousy. Until the time when Anechka went to school (Tarasik already studied in the second grade). I bring my daughter on September 1 elegant, in bows, I bring to the teacher, and beside that there is ... an exact daughter's copy! Even pigtails are the same, only hair a little with a rusty hue. Only my mouth opened to say something, like someone behind me, pulling my elbow. Turned - the cashier Lyubka. "Hello," he says. - With the first class you. I decided to give up my own, even though she will be six just next month. Are they alike? "
- And nods at our girls.
"Well, nahalka!" - Thought, but in return nodded: they say, they are similar. And among themselves, and both on his dad - male Semenov. I wanted to leave, and Lyubka again grabbed my hand:
- And our twins are like ...
I'm speechless, but not completely, because I still manage to squeeze out:
- On what twins?
"Look at those." You see, fourth grades are worth? To the left in the first row there are lop-eared ... And what did you not know? She looked at the boys and gasped: here you do not need to examine the DNA, it's clear that Semenov's hands (in the sense ... not hands) matter. It turns out that hubby managed to plant such a magnificent flowerbed in the village! Now I think now, or divorce this amateur florist, or send him to forced sterilization?