LOGINWho do you think is right here ?
BellaI woke up slowly, the kind of gentle awakening that had become more common since I moved in with Alex. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, and the first thing I felt was the warm weight of his arm draped protectively over my growing belly. The twins were active this morning, little flutters and kicks reminding me they were there, growing stronger every day.I turned my head and found Alex already awake, watching me with that soft, adoring look that still made my heart skip.“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss my forehead, then my lips. “How are my girls feeling today?”I smiled, placing my hand over his on my belly. “Active. One of them is practicing soccer again.”He chuckled and slid down the bed, pressing his ear gently against my stomach like he did most mornings. “Hey, little ones,” he murmured, voice low and warm. “Take it easy on your mom today, okay? She’s doing incredible work growing you both.”The simple gesture made my eyes sting with ha
RobertI sat at the head of the long conference table, fingers drumming against the polished wood as morning light streamed through the windows. Another ordinary day at the firm. Or at least it had started that way. Reports, emails, the usual rhythm of meetings. I had thrown myself into work with the same fierce determination I’d maintained for weeks now, using every task as a shield against the thoughts that constantly tried to creep in.But today, the new client a major logistics company we had been courting for months threw a serious curveball. Their systems were more outdated than expected, and the integration timeline was collapsing fast. Voices around the table rose with suggestions, each one falling short of what we needed.I rubbed my temple, the familiar ache of stress building behind my eyes. “We need a fresh perspective on this. Sarah, pull up the initial proposal again. And someone get Alex in here he’ll know exactly how to untangle this mess.”The room went dead silent.
BellaI was curled up on the big sectional couch at Alex’s house, Emily nestled against my side with her head resting gently on my rounded belly.It was Sunday evening our last night before I was supposed to go back to my apartment. The TV played a quiet animated movie, but none of us were really watching it. Emily’s small hand kept stroking my belly in slow circles, talking softly to the twins like they could already hear her.“Do you think they’ll like dinosaurs?” she whispered, looking up at me with those big, hopeful eyes. “I can teach them everything. I’ll be the best big sister ever.”I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. “They’re going to love dinosaurs because their big sister does. And you already are the best big sister.”Alex sat on my other side, his arm draped around my shoulders, fingers occasionally tracing lazy patterns on my arm. The three of us had spent the whole weekend like this soft, easy moments that felt like they were stitching our broken pie
Time had passed, as it always does, smoothing some edges while sharpening others. What began as a whirlwind of confessions, heartbreak, and fragile reconciliation had slowly settled into something resembling a new normal. For some, it was pleasant, warm, and full of quiet hope. For others, it was painful, a constant ache that refused to dull. And for one person in particular, it was infuriating a bitter pill that only fueled deeper rage.In the weeks following that pivotal weekend, Alex and Bella had found a careful rhythm. Bella’s apartment still existed, but she spent more and more nights at Alex’s house. The twins were growing steadily, their presence now unmistakable in the gentle swell of her belly.Doctor visits had become shared rituals. Alex never missed one. He held her hand during every ultrasound, listened intently to the doctor’s instructions about managing a high-risk twin pregnancy, and made sure she rested when the fatigue hit hardest.Emily had adjusted with surpris
Alex Sunlight streamed through the half-open curtains, warming my skin as I slowly woke up. The first thing I noticed was the soft, steady breathing beside me. Bella lay curled on her side, completely naked, the sheet having slipped down to her waist during the night. Her fuller breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples slightly peaked from the cool morning air. Her belly had that beautiful gentle curve now, carrying our twins. My cock was already hard, aching, pressed against her thigh.I hadn’t had enough of her last night. Not nearly enough.I slid down the bed carefully, moving under the sheets without waking her. Her legs parted naturally as I settled between them. She was still a little swollen and slick from last night. I pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh, then another higher up, before dragging my tongue slowly through her folds.Bella stirred with a sleepy moan.I licked her again, firmer this time, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it g
BellaHis kiss consumed me. Alex’s mouth was hot and demanding, his hands sliding under my sweater, palms rough and warm against my skin. I moaned into him, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Weeks of longing, fear, and love poured out between us in that kiss. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with desire.“Bedroom,” he growled, voice low and rough. “Now.”He didn’t wait for me to answer. He scooped me up carefully mindful of my belly and carried me upstairs like I weighed nothing. My heart hammered as he kicked the bedroom door shut behind us. The moment my feet touched the floor, his mouth was on mine again, hands tugging my sweater over my head.“God, Bella,” he breathed against my lips, eyes raking over my body. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful. Carrying my babies… you have no idea what that does to me.”His hands cupped my fuller breasts, thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples through my bra. I gasped, arching into his touch. P
ALEXThe gym was almost empty at 10 p.m., just the clank of weights and the low hum of treadmills.I needed to punish my body tonight. Needed something physical to drown out the noise in my head.I started with the heavy bag. Left hook, right cross, over and over until my knuckles burned inside the
BELLAThe clock on my screen read 12:47 a.m.The entire floor was dark except for the small pool of light around our two desks. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, but the Thompson revisions still weren’t finished. Alex and I had been here since morning, running on caffeine and sheer willpower.
BELLA I almost canceled on Ryan three times.Each time my thumb hovered over the message, I remembered Alex’s cold eyes and those sharp words from yesterday. Go have fun forgetting about the old guy. The memory still burned, so I forced myself to get ready instead.I chose a simple cream sweater a
BELLA I didn’t go to work the next day.I woke up at seven, stared at my alarm until it stopped screaming, then rolled over and pulled the covers over my head. My phone buzzed on the nightstand probably Dad wondering where I was, or Alex checking if I was okay. I didn’t look. I couldn’t.The reje







