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SAESHA POV Lately, I couldn’t stay awake. Six months in and bean was practically doing gymnastics inside me. My belly felt heavier by the day, every kick making me gasp, every hiccup making me giggle and cry at once. I’d doze off on the couch, on the porch swing, at the table, sometimes mid-conversation with Alex. But the second night fell, the second I curled into him… sleep turned to heat. Because being tired didn’t stop the hunger building between my thighs. Tonight was no different. I drifted off with my cheek on his chest, his arm over me, his steady heartbeat lulling me. But then bean twisted, kicked, and the pressure in my lower belly sparked straight to my core. My thighs clenched, my lips parted, and I knew—I wasn’t going back to sleep like this. Not without him. Alex lay sprawled, dead asleep, mouth slightly open, hair mussed against the pillow. The sheet had fallen low, baring his abs, the sharp V of his hips, and his cock half-hard under the thin cotton of his boxe

SAESHA POV Alex had been sulking all day. Every time I caught him looking at me, his jaw was tight, his eyes dark, and his sweatpants doing a terrible job of hiding just how frustrated he was. By the time night fell, he snapped. “Doctor said no sex,” he muttered, tossing the report onto the dresser. “She didn’t say a fucking word about this.” I barely had time to gasp before he had me on the bed, my robe shoved up, his mouth hot between my thighs. “Alex—oh my god—” My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging hard as his tongue worked me slow and relentless. “This is still—still sex—” He groaned against me, sucking harder. “No, baby. This is dessert.” My thighs shook, my belly tightening with each flick of his tongue. He slid his hands under my bump, supporting the weight, his grip firm as though holding me and bean both. “Relax,” he growled, eyes dark when he looked up. “I’m taking care of you.” “Alex—” I whimpered, my back arching, the heat curling low. “Shh. Come f

SAESHA POVThe morning light crept through the curtains, soft and golden.I blinked awake slowly, my head still heavy from crying myself to sleep in Alex’s arms the night before. The fear from the bleeding hadn’t fully left me; it clung in the shadows of the room, in the ache of my body.But the first thing I saw was him.Alex sat against the headboard, bare chest glowing in the sunlight, his arms folded, eyes fixed on me like he hadn’t slept a minute. His jaw was rough with stubble, his hair wild, his gaze sharp and tender all at once.“Morning,” I whispered, my voice rough.His hand instantly reached for my cheek, stroking. “Morning, mama. How do you feel?”“Like I got hit by a truck,” I admitted. My bump ached, heavy.His jaw tightened, guilt flickering across his face. “I should’ve—”“Don’t,” I cut him off, pressing my palm over his heart. “Clara said it wasn’t dangerous. Just overdoing it. I’m fine. Bean’s fine.”He kissed my palm, but his eyes stayed shadowed. “You scared the sh

SAESHA POV By seven months, I swore my bladder had shrunk to the size of a grape. It didn’t matter if I drank water, juice, or one tiny sip of Alex’s coffee—bean would immediately treat my bladder like a trampoline. That evening, the pressure hit me like a freight train. I waddled down the hallway, clutching my bump, cursing under my breath. My shorts were already tugging uncomfortably over my hips, the stupid lactation pads tucked into my crop top itching against my breasts. And then I heard it. The shower running. “Alex!” I yelled, banging on the bathroom door. “Open up!” His muffled voice carried through the steam. “Busy!” “I don’t care!” I shouted back, shifting from foot to foot as bean kicked mercilessly at my bladder. “Get out! I need to pee now!” There was a pause. Then, smug: “You can wait.” My eyes widened. “Wait? Do you want me to piss on the floor?” Another pause. Then the door cracked open, steam billowing out. Alex stood there, dripping wet, a towel slung lo

SAESHA POV The first thing I heard wasn’t bean kicking. It wasn’t Alex’s heartbeat under my ear. It was his voice. Low, urgent, a little panicked — but also annoyingly dramatic. “Yes, Clara, three times. Three.” My eyes cracked open slowly. Early light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in pale gold. Alex sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, phone pressed to his ear, his other hand rubbing his face like the weight of the world rested on him. “Yes, she peed in her sleep,” he continued, his voice sharp. “The first time, I caught it. The other two, she didn’t even wake up. I woke up in a puddle, Clara. What the hell am I supposed to do with a pregnant waterfall?” My heart stopped. Waterfall? My head shot up, hair a tangled mess, eyes wide. “WHAT?!” He froze mid-sentence, shoulders stiffening. Slowly, guiltily, he turned to look at me. I gawked. “Three times?!” He winced. “…Morning, baby.” I sat up, my bump heavy, clutching the sheets to my chest. “I — I onl