LOGINI knew it was coming before she even said a word. There are things you just feel. Like pressure in the air before a storm breaks. Like silence right before everything shifts. That night, the house was unusually quiet. Too quiet. Amethyst had been restless for hours. I noticed it even when she tried to hide it. She kept changing positions in bed, breathing slightly uneven, her hand almost permanently resting on her stomach. I didn’t sleep. I never really did anymore. Not fully. Not when she was this close. She shifted again beside me. And this time, I was already sitting up before she could even speak. “What is it?” I asked immediately. She didn’t answer right away. Her brows were slightly furrowed. Then she exhaled slowly. “I think…” she paused, pressing her hand firmer against her stomach. “I think it’s starting.” Everything in me stopped. Not physically. But internally. Like the world had suddenly narrowed into one single point. “What do you mean starting?” He
Ezekiel POV Something about time stopped feeling real after everything changed. Days blended into weeks, and weeks blurred into months, until I stopped counting them individually and started measuring everything by one constant thing. Amethyst. Her presence in my life had become the only stable point in a world that never paused for anything. The pregnancy had changed her but not in the way I initially expected. She wasn’t weaker. She wasn’t fragile. If anything, she became more aware of herself, more grounded in the life she was carrying. And I noticed everything. The way she would wake up slightly slower in the mornings now, one hand almost always resting on her stomach as if instinctively protecting what was inside. The way she would breathe deeper when she was tired but still refused to stop moving completely. The way her eyes would soften whenever she felt the baby move. I used to think control was about power. About strategy. About staying ahead of everything. Bu
The house was quiet that morning. Too quiet. Not the kind of silence that felt peaceful… but the kind that made you aware of every small sound your breathing, your heartbeat, even the faint ticking of the clock somewhere in the hallway. I shifted slightly in bed, pressing a hand against my stomach. It had been months. Months since everything changed. Months since I found out I was carrying a life inside me. And yet… every morning still felt new. Unfamiliar. Real. A soft breath escaped my lips as I slowly sat up. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room but it did little to ease the heaviness in my body. The dizziness came first. Then the nausea. I closed my eyes briefly, steadying myself. “Amethyst.” His voice. Low. Alert. I didn’t even hear him wake up. I turned slightly. Ezekiel was already sitting up beside me, his eyes locked on me with that same intensity he always had but now, there was something else layered beneath it.
The house was quiet that morning.Too quiet.Not the kind of silence that felt peaceful… but the kind that made you aware of every small sound your breathing, your heartbeat, even the faint ticking of the clock somewhere in the hallway.I shifted slightly in bed, pressing a hand against my stomach.It had been months.Months since everything changed.Months since I found out I was carrying a life inside me.And yet… every morning still felt new.Unfamiliar.Real.A soft breath escaped my lips as I slowly sat up. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room but it did little to ease the heaviness in my body.The dizziness came first.Then the nausea.I closed my eyes briefly, steadying myself.“Amethyst.”His voice.Low.Alert.I didn’t even hear him wake up.I turned slightly.Ezekiel was already sitting up beside me, his eyes locked on me with that same intensity he always had but now, there was something else layered beneath it.Concern.Sharp. Imm
Months had flown by so quickly that it almost felt unreal. The city lights blurred past the car windows as we drove back from the airport. After our honeymoon, I thought life would slowly ease into its new rhythm, but Ezekiel had other plans plans I hadn’t even begun to anticipate. The car slowed to a stop, and I blinked at the gates that loomed before us. They were tall, imposing, and pristine, as though guarding something precious within. “Where are we?” I asked, curiosity laced with a nervous excitement. Ezekiel’s gaze didn’t waver from the road. “Home,” he said simply. I frowned slightly. “Home? You mean… our home?” “Yes,” he replied, voice low, deliberate, and possessive. “I wanted to surprise you.” I stepped out of the car and froze. Beyond the gates, a sprawling modern house stood bathed in the late afternoon sun. Its glass walls reflected the sky, and the gardens were impeccably manicured, every shrub and flower arranged with an almost obsessive care. I felt my chest
The morning sunlight spilled into the villa, warming the room in gentle gold. I stirred slowly, half-asleep, feeling the familiar weight of Ezekiel’s body against mine. His arm was draped possessively across my waist, and his breathing was steady, calm an anchor I had grown used to over these past days. I could feel him before I even opened my eyes. The subtle tension in his posture, the slight curl of his fingers around me, the way his leg brushed mine under the blanket. Ezekiel was always aware, always alert, even in moments that seemed soft and quiet. “Morning,” I whispered, my voice thick with sleep. “Morning,” he replied, voice low, deep, brushing against my ear. His lips grazed my temple. “Sleep well?” I nodded, closing my eyes again for a brief moment, savoring the warmth. “Mm… yes.” He didn’t let go. Not immediately. Not until I shifted slightly, turning to face him. His gaze caught mine, dark and unyielding, and I felt that familiar stir of both fear and desire. Posses
EZEKIEL POV Something changed after last night.I didn’t need anyone to point it out. I felt it the moment we stepped out of my room that morning.It was subtle.The way Amethyst walked just a little ahead of me, as if she needed space. The slight tension in her shoulders, like she was holding her
Sunlight slipped quietly through the sheer curtains, painting the room in soft gold. For a moment, I didn’t move. Didn’t think. Didn’t remember. I just lay there, eyes half-closed, wrapped in a strange warmth that felt unfamiliar… yet comforting. Then reality slowly returned. The room.
After dinner, I honestly thought Ezekiel would bring me back to my condo. The night had already grown quiet outside the mansion, and the exhaustion from the long day was slowly settling into my body. Between the clinic visit, the conversations with his parents, and the emotions I had been carryi
I didn’t realize how much time had passed while talking with Mrs. Thompson. The afternoon sunlight that once streamed brightly through the tall windows had slowly faded into a softer golden hue, casting long shadows across the sitting room. Our conversation had flowed so naturally that the hours s

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