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Chapter 37 – Midnight Kicks and Mischief

Author: Sernyx
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-29 00:00:07

SAESHA POV

The kick woke me.

Sharp, sudden, low in my belly. My eyes snapped open in the darkness, the farmhouse quiet except for the steady hum of rain on the roof and Alex’s soft breathing beside me.

I rolled onto my back, my hand pressing against my bump. The second kick made me gasp, then laugh softly.

“Bean,” I whispered into the night. “Are you doing jumping jacks in there?”

Another kick. Stronger.

I turned toward Alex, needing him to feel it too. He was on his back, one arm thrown over his head, the sheet tangled low around his hips, his bare chest rising and falling steady in sleep.

“Alex,” I whispered, nudging his shoulder.

He groaned, half-asleep. “Mmm—what, baby?”

“The bean’s awake,” I said, pressing his hand to my bump.

As if on cue, another kick landed. His eyes opened instantly, his sleepy confusion melting into wonder. “Holy shit.” His palm spread wide over my stomach, his grin blooming even in the dim light. “That’s my bean. Our bean.”

I laughed, a little t
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