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Prepare. The Flight

Author: Chri's Layla
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-19 19:39:10

That evening, I returned home later than usual.

The sun had already dipped low, leaving streaks of soft amber light across the narrow street outside my apartment. My hands were full — grocery bags dangling from each arm, a small box tucked between them that held the fabric I had ordered last week.

I sighed as I unlocked the door and pushed it open. The familiar scent of lavender and fresh detergent greeted me.

The apartment was quiet — the kind of quiet that always wrapped around me like a warm blanket after a long day.

I set the groceries on the counter, kicking off my shoes with relief. My back ached slightly, though my stomach was still flat — no one would guess yet, not even the maids back at Adrian’s mansion.

But I knew.

Every time I placed a hand on my belly, I could feel it — a subtle, precious awareness blooming beneath my heart.

I had gone out with the intention of buying groceries, but somehow, I had ended up in the maternity section of a nearby boutique. My fingers had trai
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