Choked And Claimed By My Brother’s Best Friend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

JosephineI’m on my mat, arms shaking in downward dog, sweat slicking my spine.Beside me, Nati flows through the poses like it’s second nature, like she’s floating. Her sports bra clings to her full breasts, her leggings hugging every curve of her hips and ass with perfection.I shouldn’t be staring, but it’s impossible not to. I wonder if I’ll ever look like that again, tight, toned, and like pregnancy never touched her.A bitter flicker of jealousy burns in my chest.There’s a glow on her skin, not just from the heat but from confidence. She looks like she’s never carried a child, never lost a night of sleep. I hate how effortless it seems, how she floats through motherhood with that body while I’m still trying to make peace with the one I’m growing.God, I haven’t even have a bump yet, haven’t even changed at all, and already I miss what it used to be. How messed up is that?I hope I bounce back like that. But if my genes have anything to say about it

Alexander The baby… Josephine… please don’t let me lose them.The words loop through my head like a goddamn prayer I don’t remember how to finish.I pace the corridor like a caged animal, fists clenching and unclenching at my sides.Blood,herblood, is still on my shirt, dried in streaks across the cotton, and my hands won’t stop shaking.I keep replaying the moment I held her in my arms.The way her eyes locked with mine, full of pain, of fear. The tremble in her lips when she tried to speak. How I could have prevented this. How I stood there, useless, as I held her body in my arms. How it was almost too late to fix any of it, to hold onto the future that was slipping through my fingers.I can’t sit. I tried, but my legs wouldn’t stop bouncing, and the second I closed my eyes, I saw her pale face and the red staining her thighs.Fuck.I scrub a hand down my jaw. There’s nothing I can do. No enemy to punch. No threat to hunt down. No deal I can ma

I gave him the silent treatment more than he deserved. But what he didn’t know was how many times I had to stop myself from turning to him, from wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him like none of this had broken us.And now he’s not here.My phone buzzes with a text.Alexander :Had a few things come up. I’ll be off the grid for a few days. Don’t worry. We’ll talk soon, dolcezza. I love you, my heart, forever yours.I read it three times, waiting for something more.But there’s nothing.That night, I lie in bed, curled on my side with one hand resting protectively over my belly.My phone is dim in my palm, the screen lighting up my face as I scroll through old messages from Alexander . They’re sweet. Short. Safe.Thinking of you.Rest, dolcezza. I’ve got you.We’ll get through this.They’re his words, his voice in my head. But there’s something missing. Like he’s writing from a distance. Like he’s drifting.He’s still in my life… but i

JosephineIt’s been seven and a half months since I screamed through childbirth, swore I’d never touch Alexander again, and then promptly fell in love with him all over again the moment our daughter wailed into the world.Today, for the first time since, it’s just the two of us. Gloriously, deliciously alone. And God, it feels like breathing again.No diapers. No late-night feedings. No lullabies on repeat.Just us.My father, who’s somehow become the baby whisperer, has taken Ariella for the afternoon.I didn’t ask questions. I just handed her over, kissed her chubby cheeks, and practically shoved him out the door.Now I’m sprawled on the couch in a T-shirt that used to be Alexander ’s, legs tangled with his, the afternoon light spilling through the windows.His lips trail down my neck. “I don’t know what magic spell your dad learned, but I’m not wasting it.”Pregnancy sex had its moments, sweet, sometimes spontaneous, sometimes awkward. But thi

“I can’t—I can’t do this—I just can’t—”The voice shattered like breaking glass, raw sobs echoing off bathroom tiles. I froze in the doorway, staring at a figure in midnight blue collapsed over the sink, shaking like she was coming apart at the seams.“Holy shit,” I breathed, stepping closer. “You okay?”Her shoulders jerked violently. “No,” she choked out, not looking up. “I’m not okay. Nothing’s okay. Everything’s falling apart and I can’t—”“Okay, breathe,” I said, because standing there felt useless. “What’s wrong? You look like a goddess having a nervous breakdown, which is both tragic and weirdly impressive.”She yanked paper towels from the dispenser with frantic hands. “Do you—” Her voice scraped hoarse. “Do you need help?”I ran cold water, rinsing the sour taste from my mouth. “Not unless you know someone desperate for an English teacher who just bombed an interview spectacular enough to make me puke.”Her watery blue eyes snapped to me. “You just got fired?”“Not today. But