"And you are...?" Mika Summers asked with a confused nod.
The woman acted like an old friend, stepping forward and linking her arm through Mika's. "I'm your brother's fiancée. We're getting married soon."
"Fiancée?" 'Oh my god, what is going on? My head is spinning!'
'Just coming to a place like this was disorienting enough. Now there's a fiancée. What's next? Are they going to tell me I'll have a nephew soon?'
"That's right. Your brother and I will get married after the baby is born," the woman said, letting go of Mika's arm. She smiled blissfully as she cradled her slightly bulging stomach.
At her words, Mika glanced down. Sure enough, the woman's stomach was slightly rounded, looking as if she were three or four months pregnant.
Seeing the awful look on Mika's face, Archie Summers strode forward and pulled back the woman who was giving him a headache. "Eleanor Bishop, go upstairs and rest right now!"
