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2025-07-08 01:20:36Bella
“I’m going to grab you a test,” Aristide said quietly, brushing a strand of hair from my face as I sat on the edge of our bed.
I blinked up at him, heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with fear this time. “You don’t have to—”
“I do.” His voice was firm, but there was warmth in his eyes. “You’ve had enough on your shoulders lately. Let me take care of this part.” I nodded, my throat too tight to say more. He leaned down and kissed my forehead before grabbing his keys and slipping out the door.
The second it closed, the silence settled like fog. For a few moments, I just sat there, staring at the floor. My hand drifted down to rest against my stomach—light, uncertain.
What if I was pregnant?
The question hung in the air with terrifying weight. Not because I didn’t want it… but because right now, it felt like eve
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