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BRAILLE has been watching the door of the delivery room. It has been more than thirty minutes since she was kicked out of that door. A few hours ago, she and Natasha were in the office. It has been a normal routine for Braille to bring her mate to work at least once a week when Natasha reached the third trimester. On the seventh month of Natasha’s pregnancy, they both decided that the Luna will start her maternity leave. Since the pregnant woman was bored at home alone, she often tailed her wife at the office. Natasha was standing beside the couch when Braille heard the hitch in her mate’s breathing. The stiff posture was noticeable at the pregnant woman’s torso. “Are you feeling alright, sweetheart?” “I guess not.” Frowning, the alpha stood up from her chair behind the desk. She ap
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