KaelFor a moment, I can’t move.Not because I’m wounded. Not because I’m afraid of her words.Because my entire world just narrowed down to where her hand rests over mine.Over her stomach.Over something that shouldn’t exist in a world shaped like mine.“I heard it,” she says. “The heartbeat.”The word hits like a hammer and a prayer at the same time.Heartbeat.I stare at her, then down at our joined hands, then back at her face. She’s pale, eyes too bright, trying to be brave in that quiet way she has.“You’re certain?” I ask, my voice rough.She nods. “I’m not maybe pregnant anymore.”The room feels too small to hold what those words mean.My hand is still on her stomach. I don’t move it. I’m afraid if I do, whatever fragile miracle is happening here will disappear.“I’m pregnant,” she says.I’ve faced armies without blinking.This terrifies me more.Not because I don’t want it.Because I do.Too much.My breath leaves me in a slow, unsteady exhale. I drop my forehead to hers, no
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