Her MissFortune: Broke

By Rose Mechant

Tia thought that once she was pregnant she'd simply rest while she waited for the day she would deliver. But with the announcement of her pregnancy comes many surprises. No birth this story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rose Mechant
• Release date: Feb 6, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370188086

Rose Mechant

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Her MissFortune

Broke

Rose Mechant

Copyright ©2017 Rose Mechant

Published by Rose Mechant

All Rights Reserved

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No characters in this work are under eighteen years of age. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This story may not be suitable for sensitive readers.

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Tia lay on her bathroom floor, her stomach a twisting, churning mess. She’d not been sick yet, but she’d felt like she would be for most of the day, every day for the past week. Whatever she’d caught was awful. All she wanted to do was drink water, pee and sleep… and try not to be sick. Though she was beginning to think she’d feel better if she actually was.

The cool tile beneath her cheek was soothing, though she’d wished the floor was cleaner. From her perspective the white squares where speckled with dust, and strands of her hair. Yuck. She grimaced and licked her lips, swallowing the uncomfortable sensation in her throat.

Her groom came in and knelt beside her. Mornin, filly. He ran his hand down her back. Ye’ gotta sit up so I can braid yer hair. Ye’ ain’t eaten nothin’ in two days. Ya know it’ll make it worse, don’t ye?

She blinked and lifted her head. Make what worse?

The mornin’ sickness. He tapped her shoulder and helped her sit up, but let her stay close to the toilet. Don’t worry, he won’t let ye’ go too long before he starts giving ye’ somethin’ for the nausea. He don’t like his mares losin’ weight.

Tia groaned and swallowed. Who?

Mr. Saveria. He likes healthy mares, especially when in foal. Her groom separated her hair in three sections then began weaving them together.

Tia’s heart skipped beats. You think I’m pregnant? I thought it was just a bug.

The groom snickered. First timers. Ye’ was bred nearly six weeks ago, yeah?

Her cheeks blushed as