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92. Ignite my fire
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Hmmmm Pregnant 92. Ignite my fire
Steam curled off the surface of the hot spring, warm mist kissing our skin as fresh mountain air wrapped around us like a secret. Roses floated lazily across the water — red as sin, soft as surrender. Jess stood before me, bare, glowing in the soft light. Vulnerable. Powerful. Mine. I ached to touch her. To feel her hot melting body beneath mine. In quick movements I removed my clothes I wanted to feel every naked inch of her body against my own. Her voice came like honey over fire. “Devour me, my love.” Something inside me snapped. I closed the distance in two strides, hands sliding to her waist, pulling her body flush against mine. Her skin was warm silk under my palms, soft in all the places that made my breath catch. Her fingers tangled in my hair, desperate, hungry — her lips capturing mine like she was starving. The kiss deepened instantly. Hot. Breathless. Consuming. She gasped when my mouth left hers to trail along her jaw, down her neck, lingering at the pu
Hmmmm Pregnant 91. Picnic day
The dinner had gone to hell. Completely. Jess was shaken, Phoe distressed — fuck, he even woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. I knew I needed to talk to him about what he overheard from his mother on the phone, but not yet — not when he was still that fragile. First, I needed to rebuild his security. His sense of belonging. His safe space. I didn’t want to leave the bed that morning. Jess curled against me, Phoe snuggled on her other side, both of them breathing softly. My family. The one that would grow in a few months. But I wanted to brighten their mood. Give them something warm — something peaceful. Sliding out of bed, I showered and changed before heading downstairs. Most of the family was already gathered. Luke stood at the stove helping my mom and Carl our chef cook. The smell of breakfast filled the kitchen. I kissed my mom good morning, then greeted the room. Once everyone chimed back, I shared the plan: Picnic day. Jess and Phoe had never visit
Hmmmm Pregnant 90. You can’t have what is Mine
I watched as Apollo dragged Stephanie out of the room his jaw tight. The moment the door shut behind them the room felt large as if trying to swallow whatever had taken place. Phoe trembled in my arms his little fingers clutching my dress, I held him tighter against me we needed to leave. The doors to the dinning room opened once again Sam and Nicky stepped inside their faces serious. “Let’s head back to the main house” Nicky said his hand positioned at the small of my back giving me support. I nodded while following behind them, I needed to get Phoe out of this space and sadly away from his mother. Finally we were in our bedroom, it was just me and Phoe — small, tired, and curled against me like my heartbeat belonged to him. His fingers toyed with my dress uncertain, fragile. Like if he let go, I might vanish. I brushed his hair back gently. “You okay, Papa?” I whispered. He nodded — but his lip wobbled. “Are you really my mommy now?” My chest ached. Terribly. “I’ll
Hmmmm Pregnant 89. We’ll See
I could feel the last thread of my patience snapping as I dragged Stephanie down the hall. Her wrist trembled in my grip, heels scraping marble as she struggled to keep pace. My pulse thundered in my ears — not just anger, but betrayal. Fear. My son’s fear. What had she said to him to make him react like that, his fear had hung in the air like smoke — I could taste it. I shoved her into the private lounge and slammed the door. The sound echoed like a gunshot. It shook the walls. I let go. She stumbled collapsing on the couch. Her chest heaved, face pale, stiff, eyes wide, watery, but stubbornly refusing to break. “What did you say to our son?” My voice came out low, shaking with something darker than fury. Phoe had clung to Jess like his life depended on it. Something had triggered him, something she had done. Her silence was gasoline. “Answer me!” The roar ripped out of me before I could cage it. I stepped closer, towering over her. She shrank back instinctively, pressing he
Hmmmm Pregnant 88. Dreadful Dinner
The estate was quiet. Not the peaceful, golden kind of quiet — but the kind that felt like a breath held, waiting for the first strike. A storm in the bones. I could feel it in every step as staff prepared the villa dining room: polished silverware, wine breathing on the table, soft music humming under crystal lights. Beautiful. Controlled. Exactly what Apollo wanted. Except control wasn't guaranteed tonight. Tonight, she was coming here. When Apollo had told me she would be showing up I wanted to protest. But at some point I would have to face her, her child was here anyways. I smoothed my dress over my stomach out of habit, palm lingering for half a second before pulling away. Three months wasn’t much, but the twins were there — a soft swell only Apollo and I could see. Everyone was still buzzing from our announcement. And the outrageous gifts were only climbing. He crossed the room toward me, sleeves rolled up, his black shirt fitted a little too well. My heart di
Hmmmm Pregnant 87. Plans in the Making
I was finally home. The moment the door shut behind me, a breath I’d been holding for days escaped my lungs. That room had been a prison — a suffocating box filled with fear, silence, and the constant reminder that I wasn’t in control. But here… in my own space… I could think again. Plan again. My mind went straight to Apollo. I needed to see him — needed to feel the way his presence grounded me, even when he didn’t mean to. But it was late, too late to call. And after the warning I’d been given — the threat veiled in calm menace — my fingers froze every time they reached for my phone. I wasn’t ready to find out what would happen if I disobeyed. A hot shower. That was what I needed. Steam filled the bathroom, curling around me like a warm embrace as the water ran down my skin. Slowly, the tension in my muscles melted, but my thoughts didn’t stop. They raced. Phoe, Apollo. The life I could still have, if I played this right. My plan had been perfect Phoe was supposed to bri
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