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Chapter 69: The Baby Shower
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Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby Chapter 76: Due Date Arrives
January 15th. The date had been circled on the calendar in the kitchen, highlighted on my phone, and etched into my brain for months.Due date.The sun rose over Manhattan, painting the sky a cold, indifferent gray. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting. Waiting for a groan, a gasp, a hand gripping my arm.Silence.Beside me, Aria slept—or tried to. She was surrounded by a fortress of pregnancy pillows, shifting every thirty seconds with a soft grunt of discomfort.I checked the time: 7:00 AM.According to the books, the apps, and the very expensive obstetrician, today was the day.But the nursery was quiet. The hospital bag gathered dust by the door. And Emma Rose West remained stubbornly, infuriatingly silent.Aria rolled over, opening one eye. "Is she here yet?""Not unless she crawled out while we were sleeping," I said, smoothing a strand of hair from her forehead.Aria groaned, burying her face in the pillow. "I am never getting out of this bed. I live here now. Just bri
Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby Chapter 75: The Nesting Phase
The urge hit me at 3:12 AM. It wasn't a craving for pickles or a sudden cramp. It was a primal, undeniable need to ensure that the baseboards in the hallway were sterile enough to perform open-heart surgery on.I rolled out of bed, careful not to wake Noah, who was sleeping the sleep of the innocent (and the non-pregnant). I waddled to the utility closet, grabbed a sponge and a bucket of eco-friendly cleaner, and went to work.Twenty minutes later, I was on my hands and knees—a feat of gymnastics at thirty-seven weeks—scrubbing a microscopic scuff mark near the guest bathroom."Aria?"I froze. Noah was standing at the end of the hallway, shirtless and squinting in the dim light. He looked like a confused bear that had been woken from hibernation."What are you doing?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep."The baseboards," I panted, scrubbing harder. "They weren't clean, Noah. There was dust. Actual dust.""We have a cleaning service," he pointed out, walking toward me. "They were her
Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby Chapter 74: Work-Life Balance
My desk was too clean.For the last six months, this surface had been a chaotic landscape of coffee cups (decaf), schematic drawings, sticky notes, and half-eaten protein bars. It was the cockpit from which I had piloted Project Aether through the storm of development hell.Now, it was bare. My monitor was dark. My personal effects—the lucky bobblehead, the photo of Lily and me from college, the framed ultrasound of Emma—were packed into a cardboard box at my feet.I was thirty-six weeks pregnant. And I was officially unemployed.Technically, I was on maternity leave. But for someone who had defined her worth by her output for the last decade, it felt suspiciously like being fired by biology."You're hovering," a voice said behind me.I turned. Sarah, my lead programmer, was standing there with a grin and a cupcake that looked like it was 90% frosting."I'm not hovering," I defended, taking the cupcake. "I'm... surveying the handover.""You left us a twenty-page documentation manual,
Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby Chapter 73: Meeting Noah's Mother
The café on 5th Avenue smelled of roasted beans and old money. It was neutral territory. Public enough to prevent a scene, expensive enough to ensure privacy.I sat in a booth near the back, my back to the wall. It was a habit I couldn't break—always needing to see the exit, always needing to control the environment.Aria sat beside me. Her hand was resting on her stomach, a subconscious gesture of protection she made a hundred times a day now that we were five weeks out from D-Day. Her other hand was gripping mine under the table, her thumb rubbing a soothing circle over my knuckles."She's late," I said, checking my watch. It was 10:02 AM."Traffic," Aria suggested softly."Or she changed her mind," I countered, the old bitterness rising like bile. "It wouldn't be the first time.""She called you, Noah. She flew to New York. She's coming."I looked at Aria. She looked tired—pregnancy insomnia was kicking in with a vengeance—but her eyes were clear and determined. She was here for me
Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby Chapter 72: Lamaze Classes Redux
The last time we walked into the community center multipurpose room, we were imposters.We were two people sharing a secret, hiding behind masks, pretending to be a happy couple while the foundation of our relationship was built on quicksand. I remembered the guilt I felt back then, the heavy weight of lying to Marcus, and the terrifying pull I felt toward a woman I wasn't supposed to want.Tonight, we walked in as a team.I held the door open for Aria. She waddled past me—a word she hated, but one I found adorable—her hand resting on the high, tight curve of her stomach at thirty-four weeks."Ready to breathe?" I asked, placing my hand on the small of her back."Ready to get this over with," she corrected, though she smiled. "If Martha makes us chant 'om' again, I might go into labor out of spite.""I'll catch the baby," I promised. "I have great reflexes."We entered the room. The smell of lavender and gym mats was the same, but the atmosphere felt different. Or maybe we were differ
Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby Chapter 71: False Labor
The pain woke me up at 2:17 AM.It wasn't the dull ache of a back spasm or the sharp kick of a foot in my ribs. It was a tightening, a vice grip around my entire midsection that squeezed the breath out of my lungs.I gasped, sitting up in the dark. My hand flew to my stomach.It happened again. Tight. Hard. Painful."Noah," I whispered.He didn't stir. He was deep asleep, his arm thrown over his eyes."Noah!" I said louder, shaking his shoulder.He woke up instantly. No grogginess, no confusion. He sat up, his eyes alert, scanning the room for a threat."What?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep but sharp with adrenaline. "What's wrong?""It hurts," I gasped as another wave hit me. "My stomach. It's... I think it's time."Noah was out of bed before I finished the sentence. He flicked on the bedside lamp, illuminating the room in soft gold light. He looked at me, his face pale but focused."Contractions?" he asked."I think so. They're... they're really strong."He grabbed his phone.
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