It was a fine morning in the Miers residence after the birthday of Lady Magnolia.

All the servants were back on their normal duty in the mansion. Some are cleaning the inside of the house, some are outside the yard and some are in the kitchen, jumping on joy while beaming like crazy and rainbow floating just above the head. Some... just eaten something sour and bitter that made him murder the fish he was slicing to make fillet.

"Oh my gosh? I'm so fucking rejuvenated." Mark squeal just right beside me while washing some dishes.

"Tsk! Good for you." I said in a dry tone and begun skinning the fish. Just imagine the fish as some clingy bitch, Lay, that you want to skin alive for touching our man. My inner thoughts advice me which made me growl in a sadistic mode.

"Hey, stop growling. What is wrong with you?" Mark asked.

I stop what was I doing and snap my gaze at Mark. I gave him a glare for awhile before I broke off into a heavy sigh.

"Master..." I trailed.

"What about the master?"

"He has a fiancee..." I sadly stated. I want to cry right now but I can't let my vulnerable side show up right now during work. Its in my private life and its not in line with my job as a butler.

"Lay... I-I don't know what to say." He admitted. "But, all I can say is that, if master really loves you, he will find a way just to be together with you till the end. Just believe in him." He smiled while rubbing my back.

"Y-yeah..." I nervously agreed.

But what if, he changed his mind and ditch me, what if he was just playing at me while his fiancee was away, what if all those things we did and done, was all a lie? I can't live up to that. I love him so much that I can't even imagine him being away from me. Much worse, to not care and know me.

"Lay dear, can you deliver this tea into the living room?" I was snap back to reality when Granny Rose, the oldest maid here asked me.

I just nodded quietly and took the tray from her. I exited the kitchen and went up to the living room. I knock twice on the hard wooden door but it seems no one wants to answer so I opened the door and came in.

I froze on my tracks, wide eyes like saucers and luckily I didn't slip the tray out from my hands. My eyes were focused on the two people laying on the sofa, master was half naked laying under a woman which is his so called fiancee attacking his lips.

I felt a sting on my chest. I wanted to storm right in them and slap my hand on that bitch's face for trying to lay a finger on him, not just a finger but her filthy fucking mouth on my man. I took a step, but only to be stop when I heard a voice inside my head.

"Don't let your private life meddle with your job. Act professional."

The voice of our teacher resonated inside my head. Those words were the top motto of my teacher that he taught us and it has been imprinted in my mind.

I brought my feet back and stand straight and firm while holding the tray on my right hand. I plastered my most poker face that I could muster and keep a blank stare on everything that my eyes laid sight. I neared the two wacking people on the couch and cough a little to let them know that I was here.

The girl stop kissing my master and looked up at me. Master can't see me properly since I was block by the woman's body. I move near the table and that's when my masters eyes widen in shock.

"L-lay..." he croaked out.

I put the tea down on the table together with the snacks. I can see in my side vision that master was really flustered and shock.

"So your Lay? What a cute and beautiful butler you are." Then she laugh.

"Sorry for the intrusion, please refrain on what your doing, please excuse me." I bowed and hurriedly walk to the door. Before I could fully closed the door I heared my master called me but I just ignore it and scurry away and into my room.

So all those negative thoughts that's been lingering on my head are true. All my 'what if's' are really are true. Now what am I gonna do now?

I slid down on my door and started trembling. I felt cold sweat broke off of my body and I felt this sudden urge to throw up.

Its happening again.

I quickly bolted out of my room and run into the comfort room of the servants quarters without closing the door. I lean myself on the toilet bowl and throw up everything inside my stomach.

What's happening to me? Lately, I've been craving the foods that aren't included on my favorite list of foods. And my stomach, seems to grow. My once flat stomach seems like it had a small bulge. I kept on eating every time my hands touch a food. And the most weirdest is, I can't stop eating mangoes every single day.. And I always crave for it.

Lord Jesus, what's happening to me? This is not some kind of disease right? I asked myself. I keep my puke mania a visit in the toilet bowl and I didn't notice someone was on the door standing.

"L-lay? Are you alright?" He quickly walked in near me and sooth my back, rubbing small circles.

"I'm f-fine." I croaked out and begun throwing up again.

"You've been like this 4 weeks ago, when we came home from the hospital. Did you catch a disease in there?" Mark showered me tons of questions that I don't even know how or what to answer.

"Mark, I don't know okay?"

"Maybe we should go to the hospital." He suggested and I slumped further on the tiled floor after flushing the ---- on the toilet bowl.

"No, I don't want to go back there. I don't want to see anymore people who has my own image on their face." I spit bitterly like a bile. Mark heaved a sigh and clutch his hair on his hands. He looked at me and examine me for awhile.

"What?" I asked with a glare.

"Any symptoms?" He asked. I thought for awhile but nothing came out of mind. But, I can tell Mark about other things that I find weird.

"Well, there is this weird habbit that I develop these past weeks." I stated.

"I've been craving a lot of food and mangoes lately, and there is this small tinny winny bulge that formed on my stomach. And nothing more." I said cooly.

I saw Mark changed his serious expression to a realization then to a shock one. He stood up from kneeling in front of me and begun clutching his hair like he was getting himself bald. He walk back in forth in front of me, making me feel dizzy.

"Fuck Lay. I'm totally gonna going to rip masters dick." He stated bluntly as he keep pacing back and forth.

"How the hell did master involve in this?" I asked feeling confused.

"He's the father... I'm sure."

"Father to what?!" Now I yelled at him.

"God... Lay!! Your pregnant! And master is the father!"