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THE WEIGHT OF LOVING YOU 070
JESSICA I stood in front of the mirror, tugging my top down over the slight curve of my stomach. It still barely showed, but I saw it. Felt it. The sight stopped me like someone had hit pause. My reflection looked almost the same as it had yesterday, but the world felt different now. Bigger. Heavier.My hand slid over the soft swell, and I couldn’t tell if the lump in my throat was excitement or fear. Probably both.“I’m nervous,” I said quietly, not taking my eyes off the girl in the glass.Behind me, I heard Liam stop moving. He’d been buttoning his shirt, I think—half the buttons done, sleeves rolled, hair still damp from his shower. He crossed the room slowly, his voice calm but honest in that way that made my chest ache.“I’m scared about bringing a kid into this world when I’m still my mother’s kid myself.”I let out a soft, shaky laugh, because it was so perfectly him—straightforward, vulnerable, no sugarcoating.“You’re not wrong,” He said, looking at me through the mirror.
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LIAMDawn light spilled into the bedroom, soft and gold, crawling over the sheets until it found her. Jessica. Still asleep. Her hair was a dark tangle across the pillow, one arm thrown out like she’d tried to catch me in her dreams and missed.I stood by the bed, half-buttoning my shirt, hair still damp from the fastest shower in history. My body ached in that good, wrecked way you get after a day of doing nothing but finding new ways to touch each other. I’d made such a mess of her yesterday—multiple times—and the peaceful way she looked now almost made me want to crawl back in beside her and start over.Instead, I just stood there, taking her in. My chest felt heavy in that dangerous, too-full way.I set the folded note on the bedside table, careful not to wake her. My handwriting—small, neat—stared back at me: Stepped out for a bit, love. Your food is warm in the microwave. Eat well. —Liam.Not exactly Shakespeare, but it was us.I tugged the sheet higher over her shoulder, lean
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JESSICAWhen he kicked our bedroom door open, the sound cracked through the quiet, but he didn’t set me down right away. His arms stayed around me, tight, unyielding, like I was something he didn’t trust the world not to steal. His eyes locked on mine, holding me there, his chest rising and falling a little faster now.There was a look in them I couldn’t untangle—tenderness so deep it hurt, hunger that made my skin heat, and something else… something that felt like a vow I hadn’t heard yet but already believed.“Liam—”“Shh,” he murmured, his voice low and sure, the kind that didn’t allow for argument. “Let me.”He laid me down on the bed like I might shatter if he wasn’t careful, his gaze never leaving my face.His fingers brushed my hair away from my cheek, lingering there just long enough to make my breath catch. That look—like he was memorizing me—made my chest ache.Then he bent down, kissing me soft, testing, like he was feeling out the edges of my mood.But I didn’t want soft.
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JESSICA I stirred awake, my hand sliding across the sheets, expecting the familiar warmth of Liam’s body beside me.Cool cotton. Empty space.My fingers stilled. For a second, I thought maybe he’d just rolled to the other side, but no. The bed was empty.“Liam?” My voice was still scratchy with sleep, low and uncertain.Silence. The house was quiet in that way that made you notice it — like all the air was holding its breath.I stretched, slow and lazy, pushing my hair back. My body felt heavy in that pleasantly tired way, but not sick. Honestly, considering what everyone warned me about pregnancy, I’d gotten lucky. No morning sickness, no dramatic cravings at 3 a.m. — just a little more tired than usual and, okay, maybe a tiny bit more emotional.I slid into my slippers and padded toward the stairs, rubbing my eyes. Maybe he was in the office, answering emails before I woke up. Or maybe he’d run out to grab coffee.But as I reached the bottom of the stairs and turned into the kitche
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JESSICA“Jess?”Liam’s voice. Unsure but hopeful.My foot froze mid-step. My heart thudded so hard it almost hurt.Here’s my man.I kept moving, slowly, until I was standing in front of him. He was framed in the doorway, the fading light behind him outlining his shape like a memory I’d carried around for too long. He looked at me like he wasn’t sure if I was real. His eyes were wide, like if he blinked too fast I’d vanish.We locked eyes in silence. The air between us was thick — heavy with things we hadn’t said yet, weighted with days that had felt like years.I didn’t speak. I just stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him.The sound of his briefcase hitting the floor was small but final, a soft clink that seemed to seal the moment like a period at the end of a long, unfinished sentence.He crushed me to him instantly, his face buried in my hair, his arms a cage I didn’t want to escape. I felt the sharp rise of his chest against mine before he spoke, a breath pulled in like h
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JESSICA The sky was the kind of heavy gray that made you wonder if it was worth washing your car. Clouds rolled slow and low, pressing the day into something softer.I pulled up outside the little café Samantha had suggested, the soft hum of passing cars and the occasional honk drifting through the cracked window.I was early—of course I was. I’ve never liked walking into a meeting late, especially one like this. It’s not that I need control over everything, but controlling the seating arrangement? That I’ll take. A good spot means an edge.I slipped inside and was immediately wrapped in the scent of fresh bread, the hiss and steam of the coffee machine, and the comfortable rise-and-fall of chatter. It wasn’t busy enough to feel crowded, just… lived-in. My eyes went straight to the window table, the one where you could see the street but still feel tucked away.I claimed it, shedding my jacket and sliding into the chair.The server came over with a smile. “What can I get you?”“Coff
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