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Final Countdown

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last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-19 21:00:00

Emma’s POV

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to reconcile the woman looking back with the girl I’d once been. The sleek silk maternity robe barely contained my bump—my massive, full-term, ready-to-pop belly that moved with every hiccup and stretch from the baby inside.

Was it strange to feel both powerful and fragile at once?

Alina padded into the bathroom on tiny feet, her curls wild from sleep. She reached for my hand and rested her cheek against my belly. “She’s still in there?”

I smiled, brushing her hair back. “She’s still cooking.”

“She’s taking forever,” she muttered.

“You said the same thing when you were in there too,” I teased gently, then leaned down to kiss her forehead. “She’ll come when she’s ready.”

And we were ready—at least, as ready as two flawed, chaotic people could be.

Well, mostly ready.

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