Nearly Natal: Nearly Natal, #1

By Kerry Taylor

Melissa Adams is the idle mother and sets up a mother's group.
For both mothers-to-be and mothers to communicate about their experiences.

She regrets her decision when she has children thinking that her Gucci shoes are potty's and pregnant women giving birth during one of the sessions.

The perfect Melissa discovers she isn't so perfect, in Nearly Natal.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kerry Taylor
• Release date: Apr 30, 2013
• ISBN: 9781498988315

Kerry Taylor

Kerry Taylor was born in London, UK. Currently, she resides in Madrid with her three children.  She is often found either writing in her local park or, if the weather is bad, which is not often in Madrid, in Starbucks. She has written several poetry books and romantic comedies.

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Prologue

Everyone’s doing charity work, Jeffrey. I feel like I’m losing my place in the Country Club. I need to do something that stands out

I paused as I started thinking about the options.

Something that people will look at me in a different light and think ‘Wow, Melissa is amazing’, I sighed, whilst getting ready to play another round of tennis doubles with the Herman’s.

Darling, no one needs to look at you in any light because you’re so perfect.

I stopped to look at him, wondering if he was patronizing me or trying to think of a solution.

Why not go and help a village in Africa or something? That’s stepping up the game? he replied so proud of his suggestion.

I looked in the mirror at my perfect body. It’s been nearly three years since I did my last session of liposuction and my legs are the same size as when I first did it. My breasts are still flawless and best of all, they’re natural, which is so unusual these days.

My mousy hair may need a bit of a trim as it’s starting to look uneven. I nearly choked on my own spit at the mere mention of such activities.

Are you mad? And get these nails dirty and in need of a good buff again? That’s not even an option! I screeched, thinking, sometimes, I don’t know why I even ask him for advice; he doesn’t have a clue.

At this point, Jeffrey thought, I don’t know what to say. I am unclear why she asks for my advice when she just dismissesd for anything I say.

He was whispering under his breathe while pacing up and down looking for something.

One way to get rid of that problem.

I stood in front of him with a smile, opend his pants, and suckd him dry. That’ll