On March 17, 2016, although New Jersey is still a snowy landscape, the first winter after the end of the world has come to an end, and in more than half a month, the season of ice and snow will melt.

Early in the morning, around seven o'clock, the sky has been completely brightened, the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa, Monica, who is wearing plush pajamas, stands in front of the window with a big belly, gently caressing her belly with her hand, looking at the scenery outside the window, because there was a light snow the night before, so the courtyard outside that has been cleaned up is covered with snow white again, and it seems that the breath of winter is still strong.

The specific time of Monica's conception should be June 25, 2015, the night before this day, Monica in the office building was chased and killed by two former friends and was rescued by Don Guy, and a day later at night, there was intimate contact with Don Guy in the bathroom of the hideout, that time, the two did not do any safety measures, Monica was shot and pregnant.

At this time, it has been nearly nine months since Monica's pregnancy, which refers to the regular month, for pregnant women during pregnancy, Monica's pregnancy time is about to reach ten gestation months, each gestation month is 28 days, that is, Monica will give birth to a baby in the next few days, and the due date is on the 20th of this month.

"Oops!" Monica, who was standing by the window, suddenly bent down slightly, and the hand holding her stomach moved upward.

"What's wrong?" Manila, who was lying on the bed next to her and was still lying under the quilt, hurriedly got up, asked nervously, jumped out of bed and ran to Monica's side as she spoke, looking down at Monica with concern.

"Baby kick me...... I'm fine......" Monica frowned slightly, the smile on her face was bright, and she waved her hand at Manila slightly.

"Naughty little one, don't kick your mother." Manila smiled, crouched down and pressed her face against Monica's stomach, whispering into the inside.

"Are you ready today?" Monica lowered her head and pulled Manila up, took Manila's arm and walked slowly to the bed, turned her head to look at her and asked with a smile, then turned around and sat down on the bed.

"Prepare what?" Manila asked with a smile and carefully helped Monica against the head of the bed.

"A gift." Monica said.

"Oh, of course, what about you?" Manila took Monica's hand and asked rhetorically.

"Uh-huh!" Monica nodded.

"Can I take a look?" Manila asked, looking a little expectant, as if a gift would be given to her.

"Okay, in that drawer, the bottom ......" Monica pointed to the drawer under the TV cabinet next to her, and Manila walked over and took out a square photo album from the bottom of the drawer, guided by Monica's language.

"This?" Manila took the album and stood at the end of the bed and shook it at Monica.

"Uh-huh!" Monica gave a "please" look and nodded.

Manila stood at the end of the bed, lowered her head and opened the white album that looked beautiful and not big, of course, it contained photos, but they were trimmed, some were trimmed into hearts, and after typesetting, the content of the photos was Monica's life after arriving at the lake villa, these photos Manila remembered, because most of them were taken by her, many photos have her figure, some also have Don Quey's figure, and some photos have annotations, such as a photo of Monica lying on the bed with a bulging belly, In the corner of the photo, there are annotations such as the time of pregnancy and whether you feel unwell.

Manila flipped through the photo album, and from time to time she would raise her hand to cover her mouth, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

"He's going to like it, he's too busy, he's missing a lot, he's going to like it......" Manila didn't know what to remember, and her face became a little sad as she spoke, and she looked like she wanted to cry.

"What's wrong with you, baby? Come to me......" Monica sat up slightly, clapped her hands at Manila with some distress.

Manila walked briskly to the edge of the bed with the album and sat down, resting her head on Monica's shoulder, tears really falling out.

"What's wrong with you?" Monica hugged Manila's shoulders and asked softly.

"No ......" Manila said as she wiped the tears from her face, shook her head, lowered her head and looked at the album again, then closed it, turned around and carefully placed it on the bedside table.

Monica looked at her, smiled helplessly, looked at Manila's face, and grabbed her hand.

"What about yours? Gifts, show me! Monica didn't ask why Manila was crying, but lowered her head and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of Manila's eyes, and asked softly.

"This ......" Manila sobbed twice, put her hands behind her neck, and untied the necklace around her neck and placed it on Monica's palm.

The silver-white chain, with a heart-shaped pendant underneath, Monica looked at it and opened the heart-shaped pendant below, and inside were two very small photos, the one on the left, Monica leaned over and kissed the right side of Donkey's face, and the one on the right, Manila leaned over and kissed the left side of Donkey's face, it can be seen that this was originally a photo, which was cut small by Manila and glued into the pendant in two parts.

"Oh...... Baby...... He'll love it, shall we wrap gifts? Monica asked, looking up at Manila.

"Hmm!" Manila nodded and made a nasal sound, raised her hand again, wiped it hard twice in the corner of her eye, turned around and stood up, went to the side of the cabinet and took out cardboard boxes, wrapping paper, ribbons and other things, turned back to the bedside, and began to wrap their respective gifts with Monica.

Soon after.

"That's it!" Monica said, handing the wrapped photo album to Manila, who stacked her own gift with Monica's and placed it in a drawer next to her bed.

"Are you ready for the evening?" Monica sat at the head of the bed with Manila on her shoulders, tilted her head and whispered.

"Ready, do you want to see it?" Manila turned to look at Monica and said, smiling and looking much better.

"Good! I'll close my eyes first, and call me all right! Monica closed her eyes as she spoke, patted Manila's hand and said.

She could feel Manila walk away from her, hearing the distant sound of the closet opening, followed by a rustling sound.

"Don't peek!" Manila's voice came from not far away.

"I promise, I don't." Monica said as she lay on the bed with her eyes closed, raised her hand.

Soon after.

"You can see it." Manila's voice rang out beside the bed.

Monica slowly opened her eyes, looked at Manila who was in a seductive posture beside the bed, and blinked her eyes twice, Manila changed her hair into a double ponytail that only a little girl combs, and wore two pieces of cloth on her body...... Oh, to be precise, a set of purple erotic underwear, standing on the edge of the bed and posing sultry, seeing Monica open her eyes, she changed her look several times in a row, and each movement looked extremely seductive.

"Baby, how do I look?" Manila asked, pursing her lips at Monica.

"Sweetheart, you look fantastic...... I'm going to fall in love with you......" For Manila, Monica didn't skimp on her praise.

In the past six months, Monica's temper, who is about to become a mother, can be said to be getting better and better, mainly because no one dares to mess with her, and Manila has been with her for half a year, most of the time Manila accompanies Monica and takes care of Monica, she has been very careful to handle the relationship between the two, everything goes according to Monica, and the two will do some special things when Tang Ji is away, these factors add up to cause the relationship between the two to become more and more harmonious.

After the awkwardness of the two women having a man together, the two women who are powerless to change all this can only completely allow each other to exist, and then turn to jointly plan and manage this relationship with Don Quixy, Monica is not born with a heart full of scheming and not smiling at people, and she doesn't like that kind of life, in her heart she was originally very prejudiced against Manila, but with the passage of time, these prejudices have also dissipated with the wind.

Perhaps, the relationship between the two women now, to be described by the word "sister", is not too much.

Sometimes Monica has to admit that Manila is more suitable for being a lover than her, she has no great wisdom, but she is not stupid, she knows how to take care of people, knows what to say and what not to say, and more importantly, she will not cause trouble, at this point, Monica always can't control herself, her surname determines her way of behavior, which is probably impossible to change.

This day, for most of the people living in the lake villa, it is a busy day, the snow in the courtyard is cleared in the morning, everyone starts a day of training, shooting, fighting, climbing over obstacles and other training are indispensable, among which shooting training is rarely carried out live ammunition, are trained with simulation instruments, and the training effect is not much worse than live ammunition.

Today is Don Guy's birth, Manila and Monica have known for a long time, Manila has told Christine, so everyone here knows, here, for half a year, many people have passed the birth and have also received gifts, of course, Tang Ji is no exception, and everyone has planned to hold a party for Tang Ji in the evening, and keep it secret from Tang Ji, to surprise Tang Ji.

At six o'clock in the evening, in the living room of the villa, all doors and windows were closed, the curtains were drawn, and the living room looked extremely dim.

Depressed, Christine walked into the living room and gently closed the door.

"How?" In the darkness, Manila walked up to Christine and asked in a whispered expectantly.

"He said he was busy and couldn't come over, and said that it wasn't particularly important and that we should sort it out ourselves." Christine said in a low voice, she was originally arranged to invite Tang Ji over, just make an excuse, and then the people in the villa would surprise him, but Christine failed, and Tang Ji didn't seem to realize that today was his own life.

In fact, this matter can be said explicitly, but if it is said explicitly, it is not a surprise, and Tang Ji can definitely imagine what will happen when he enters the dark living room. (To be continued.) )