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Quiet Preparations

Auteur: Megti
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Aria

Morning sickness dragged me out of sleep before dawn.

Not gentle, not the soft nausea the books described. This felt violent, like my body turning against itself.

I barely made it to the bathroom in time. Afterward, I rinsed my mouth and stared at my reflection.

Pale, sweaty, eyes sunken. I looked like I hadn’t slept in days.

“Just five minutes,” I whispered to myself. I lay back down, curling onto my side, one hand over my stomach, breathing slowly.

The house was still quiet, no footsteps
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