Her last co-star was even richer than her. This was a chance to get some good money from him. Not to mention, she liked the idea of the press having a baby would get her. That being said, she didn’t want to be pregnant for long. It would make having sex more difficult.
Erin generated a new sentence.
“Erin will give birth in seven months.” She changed “months” to “minutes”. Immediately, her stomach bulged out and she felt a contraction go through her body. She generated another sentence.
“Erin is giving birth in the bedroom” became “Erin is giving birth in the hospital” and suddenly Erin was in a hospital bed surrounded by medical staff. Even her co-star, Alfred Lorry, was there.
Another contraction ripped through Erin’s body. She pushed forcefully. An infant’s wail was heard.
“It’s a girl!” announced the doctor. Erin smiled at Alfred. Of all the co-stars to get pregnant from, he was the best. Rich, handsome, and connected. She should hold onto him while she could.
“I’ll name her Alya. After you,” she said. Alfred smiled, but it was clearly forced. Erin belatedly remembered that Alfred had a wife and three children with said wife. That wouldn’t do. Not at all. She had to fix that.