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Author: Justina
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Asher’s POV

Asher stared at her, breath caught in his throat, as if the world had paused just to let her words sink in.

Pregnant.

The soft echo of that single word seemed to linger in the air long after Avery spoke it.

Her eyes were wide, unfocused, almost dazed. Her lips parted slightly as though she herself could not believe what she had just said. Her fingers drifted down to touch her stomach in an unconscious, gentle motion, like someone seeking reassurance that what they realized was real and not imagined.

Asher’s heart began pounding in a slow, heavy rhythm that made it difficult to breathe. He moved closer without realizing it.

Avery licked her lips nervously. “I just realized,” she said softly. “It hit me when I felt the nausea earlier. And then I counted. The days. The symptoms. It makes sense now.”

The room around him faded into a distant blur. The hum of the machines, the faint footsteps in the hallway, even the soft breathing of the boys asleep on the couch. All of it shra
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