Maya’s POVIf someone had told me months ago that bed rest would be one of the hardest battles of my life, I would have laughed. But here I was — sitting on the couch Caroline insisted I stay on, surrounded by pillows, wearing the loosest dress known to mankind, and feeling like both a prisoner and a ticking time bomb.Thirty-eight weeks and five days pregnant.Nine months of fear, hope, pain, terror, love — all boiling into this aching, swollen moment where everything was finally still.And I hated the stillness.The house was too quiet.My thoughts were too loud.And my body felt like it belonged to someone else — heavy, slow, unpredictable. Every time the baby shifted, I held my breath. Every time a contraction fluttered and died, frustration clawed up my throat.False alarms were cruel. You brace for battle, and then the battlefield dissolves into emptiness, leaving only adrenaline and exhaustion.Alex walked in with my lunch — again.For two weeks, he hadn’t let me lift anything
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