Struggling to pull the tank top over my swollen chest, I froze. My eyes fell on the ultrasound picture pinned in the corner. A million thoughts running through me. And I broke before it could go further. I tugged at the fabric, trying to cover more than I could, my hands trembling. I didn’t realize Nate had come back home, me until he stepped closer. “What’s wrong, my love?” His voice was soft, careful. For months, I’d held everything in. Tried to keep my emotions minimal, measured. “The top… it won’t go any lower,” I croaked, my throat burning with every word. “Baby,” he whispered, brushing a thumb over my arm, gentle as a feather. “Do you want me to grab a different top? I have one just like this.” “No!” I hissed, keeping my gaze fixed anywhere but him. God, I hated this. Hated that I was crying. Hated that he knew why, and still let me lie. Why couldn’t I be more like him? Why couldn’t I hold it all together? Think straight. I’d made the choice to
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