JORDANThe sound of chewing gum hit me like sandpaper across raw skin. Slow and, loud. Each pop scraped at my ears, making my jaw ache. My fists clenched at my sides, knuckles white with tension, but I didn’t move. I just watched her.Kayla sat there, one leg crossed over the other, her back pressed into the sofa, one hand lazily resting on her belly, the other twirling the gum in her mouth as though it were some toy she owned. She didn’t even glance up.I let my eyes drift to her stomach. Big now, round, and undeniable. My pulse jumped in ways I didn’t expect. There was awe there, yes—but also something tighter, a tension I couldn’t shake. “How are you feeling today?” I asked, my voice low,Kayla sighed, rolling her eyes, leaning back, letting her head fall slightly against the sofa. “I feel faint,” she said, her voice casual but edged with complaint. “I want… no, I need that sandwich from earlier. And some juice. No, not that one, the other one. You know which one I mean.” Her hand
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