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Kicks, Cravings, and Confessions
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2025-08-12 21:00:00
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Ruthless Temptation Nesting and Nerves
Emma’s POV There was something oddly therapeutic about folding tiny baby clothes. I sat cross-legged on the floor of what would soon be our second daughter’s nursery, surrounded by soft blankets, newborn onesies, and an overwhelming number of pacifiers I was certain would all end up lost within a week. The baby clothes smelled like lavender and laundry softener. Everything was warm and ready. Everything except me. The nesting instinct had hit me full force—some strange maternal urge that made me obsess over drawer organizers and the exact shade of blush pink paint on the walls. My body ached, my ankles were swollen, and yet I couldn’t stop folding, refolding, arranging. Alina’s voice drifted in from the hallway. “Mama, can I help?” I smiled as she padded in barefoot, curls bouncing around her cheeks, dragging her favorite stuffed rabbit along with her. “You already helped by picking
Ruthless Temptation Kicks, Cravings, and Confessions
Emma’s POV Pregnancy the second time around was supposed to be easier. Familiar. Like rereading a book you’d already fallen in love with, knowing exactly where the heartache and joy would hit. But no one warned me that it could feel heavier, that the exhaustion would seep into my bones faster, or that my heart would stretch wider with worry and love than I ever thought possible. I shifted in bed, grunting softly as I tried to find a comfortable position—not that there was such a thing at nearly twenty-eight weeks pregnant. My belly had ballooned faster this time, and the baby seemed to believe my ribs were a punching bag. The moment I thought she’d settled, she delivered another strong kick—right under my breastbone. “Ow,” I murmured under my breath, one hand instinctively moving to soothe the spot. “Okay, little one, I get it. You’re active tonight.” The soft glow from the city lights spilled thro
Ruthless Temptation Kicks, Cravings, and Crashing Realities
Emma There was a strange peace in feeling life flutter inside you. Not the kind of peace I ever thought I’d crave, but now it felt like everything. I rested a hand on my growing belly, staring out at the garden as the sun slanted across the hardwood floors. Twenty-two weeks along. The kicks were stronger now—no longer delicate flutters, but real, purposeful nudges. Tiny reminders that our world was about to shift again. And despite having done this before, it still felt brand new. “You’re getting stronger in there, aren’t you?” I whispered. “Talking to our little ninja?” Killian’s voice floated from behind, low and warm. I turned and saw him leaning on the doorframe, a soft smile curling at his lips. That damn smile. Years later, and it still undid me. “She’s practicing her sidekicks. I swear.” Killian walked over and crouched in front of me. Withou
Ruthless Temptation A New Life Growing
Emma I used to measure time by meetings, deadlines, and late-night rendezvous in the office. Now, I count it by baby kicks, doctor appointments, and the way Killian’s eyes light up when he talks to my belly like our baby can already understand him. The second pregnancy has been so different. With Alina, it was all nerves and secrecy, a thrilling chaos we had to adjust to. But this time, it’s… tender. Familiar. Like our love has deepened into something even more meaningful, something that’s rooted in stability but still full of heat and wild affection. At twenty-one weeks, I’m finally starting to show. My bump is impossible to hide now, especially in the sleek work dresses I stubbornly insist on wearing. My assistant keeps trying to get me to wear maternity suits, and I keep brushing her off. I’m still me, bump and all. Killian has become even more annoyingly doting. He times my water
Ruthless Temptation Whispered Vows & Midnight Promises
Emma The soft hum of the baby monitor was the only sound in our bedroom. Alina had finally drifted off after her usual dramatic bedtime story demands—two fairy tales, one impromptu dance session, and a cup of warm milk. I lay on my side, propped up on one elbow, watching Killian across the room. He stood by the dresser in nothing but sweatpants, brushing through his hair like it hadn’t already been disheveled by our toddler’s chaotic hugs. I smiled. “How is it,” I asked softly, “that you still look this good even after a whole day of spit-up and tantrums?” He glanced over his shoulder, smirking. “Years of practice not letting you see me crack.” “You crack plenty,” I teased, crawling over to the edge of the bed, letting my robe fall just slightly. “Usually when I do this—” His eyes darkened. “Emma…” “I just miss you,” I whispered. “Not just the husband wh
Ruthless Temptation Preparing Alina
Emma’s POV Telling your child that everything is about to change isn’t something you can rehearse for. Especially not when your daughter has your temper and her father’s intensity. Alina was sitting on the floor of her pastel playroom, legs crossed, a tiara on her messy curls as she organized her stuffed animals like she was their CEO. She didn’t even look up when I walked in. She had Killian’s focus too. “Alina, baby,” I began, voice soft as I knelt beside her. “Can Mommy talk to you about something really important?” “Is it about Daddy eating my chocolates again?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “Because I told him that bear was watching.” I stifled a smile. “It’s not about the chocolate. It’s something… bigger.” That caught her attention. She looked up, big hazel eyes blinking at me, already analyzing my tone. God, she was so young but already so much like the both o
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