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Chapter 49: Daddy

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Worrying For Mia

At five months pregnant, every twinge felt like a whisper from the little life inside of Mia, a delicate secret she was still learning to cradle.

But today, the nausea hit like a rogue wave, pulling her from sleep with a quiet gasp. She curled into herself, porcelain-pale skin flushed, her breaths shallow and uneven, like a bird with a broken wing.

Maurice was awake in an instant, his arm slipping around her waist with the ease of someone who'd mapped her every sigh.

"Hey,
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