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"You are not pregnant, Mistress!" The midwife's voice pierced into my ears and I snapped, my smile fading away as I opened my eyes almost immediately to confront her.
"Then check it again!" I barked, causing her to flinch before lying my back down on the smooth surface. I haven't taken those herbs for three whole weeks so how can I not be pregnant?
I am definitely pregnant and she has to confirm it otherwise, she will not like the other side of me.
I felt her hands on both sides of my abdomen, pressing lightly and applying a little pressure around the other corner of my stomach like she had done earlier.
Her hands trailed down to my pelvic floor as she examined me further before taking a step back.
"Well?" I urged, darting my eyes at her in dire urgency. "Am I pregnant or not?"
