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Since the Kitchen, I Loved You

Auteur: Felycia Shatt
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-09 03:45:41

Alfredo’s POV

“She’s sleeping.”

Vida’s voice was soft from the doorway, the evening light pouring in behind her. I glanced up from the chair, still holding Fred’s monster of a report—eight pages and counting.

“She went down about an hour ago,” Vida said carefully. “The ride is exhausting. The pregnancy makes it all even harder.” She hesitated, like she expected me to argue. “She won’t admit it.”

“She never would,” I said.

Vida took the seat across from me and folded her hands in her lap, just w
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