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CHAPTER 22: The Pregnancy Progresses

Author: Pearl's pen
last update publish date: 2026-07-08 22:04:02

Jasmine’s POV

I’ve been wrapping the compression bandage in front of the bathroom mirror every morning before work. My hands moved with the focused efficiency I use in solving any logistical problem. I tucked the end under the previous layer and smoothed it down. The fabric felt tight but not too tight. Just enough to flatten the growing bump. My face in the mirror was the exact look I wore in public. I called it my calm, guarded and nothing to see here look.

I was four months gone already.
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