All Chapters of Married To My Sister's fiance : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

**Ava’s POV*The office air felt heavier than usual that afternoon. I sat on the long leather couch Ethan had arranged for me against the far wall, my laptop open on my lap but the screen dark for the last twenty minutes. My hand rested on the curve of my belly, feeling the baby move in slow, lazy flutters that always made me pause and smile. The afternoon light filtered through the tall glass windows, casting long shadows across the carpet, and I tried to focus on the quiet rhythm of Ethan typing at his desk instead of the unease that had been sitting in my chest since yesterday.Ethan had been like this all day, attentive in that quiet way of his, never letting me out of his sight for long. He had cancelled two meetings just to sit with me on the couch earlier, his hand on my thigh, his thumb stroking absentmindedly while he read reports. Every time the baby kicked, he would pause and smile, pressing his palm firmer against the curve like he was having a private conversation with ou

Ethan’s POVThe penthouse felt bigger once everyone left. The takeout boxes were gone, the coffee table wiped clean, but the air still carried the faint smell of fried rice and laughter. Oliver and Jae-Min had been the first out the door, slapping me on the back with the same old jokes about how soft I had gone since marriage. Lila hugged Ava a little longer than usual, then shot me that look she always gave when she thought I was being overprotective. I didn’t say anything. Not out loud. But the way Oliver’s hand had brushed hers when they said goodbye stuck with me. My sister deserved better than one of my friends who still acted like a college kid most days.Ji-Hoon and Sandra slipped out last. They tried to play it cool, but I saw the way Ji-Hoon’s fingers grazed Sandra’s wrist before he pulled away. Hide and seek again. I shook my head as the door clicked shut behind them. The place went quiet, the kind of quiet that settled deep after a night full of noise.Ava stood in the midd

Ava’s POVMorning light came soft through the bedroom windows, but it felt too bright today. I woke up with the ache already there, sharper than yesterday, a steady pull low in my side that made me lie very still. Ethan’s arm was heavy around my waist, his palm warm and protective over my belly. The baby moved in a slow roll, like it knew I needed the reminder that it was okay. I breathed through the pinch and kept my face calm. He didn’t need to see this. Not yet.He stirred behind me. His lips brushed my shoulder, then my neck, slow and warm. “Morning, baby,” he murmured, voice still rough from sleep. He kissed the spot just below my ear and let his hand spread wider across my belly. “And good morning to you too, little one.”I turned in his arms so I could see his face. His hair was messy, his eyes soft in the morning light. He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. My chest tightened in the best way. “You’re going to spoil us both if you keep waking up

Ava’s POVThe penthouse felt different when the whole day stretched out in front of me with nowhere to go. I stayed in bed most of the morning, propped up against a mountain of pillows Ethan had arranged. The ache in my side had settled into a constant, low pull that flared whenever I moved too quickly. I kept my breathing even and my hand resting lightly on my belly, feeling the baby’s steady movements like little reminders that everything was still okay.Ethan had turned the bedroom into his temporary office. His laptop sat on the small table beside the bed, and he worked in quiet stretches, answering calls with his earpiece while his free hand stayed close to me. Every half hour he would pause, bring me water or a fresh piece of fruit, and check my face like he could read the pain I was trying to hide.“You need anything?” he asked again, setting a glass of cool water on the nightstand. His palm found my belly automatically, thumb stroking slow circles over the curve. The baby kick

Ava’s POVThe afternoon dragged on in slow, heavy waves. I stayed in bed exactly as Ethan asked, the pillows piled high behind my back so I could sit up without straining. The ache in my side had grown into something sharper, a steady squeeze that came and went like a warning I didn’t want to hear. I kept one hand on my belly, feeling the baby’s movements, counting each kick like it could prove everything was still fine.Ethan never left the room for long. He worked from the chair beside the bed, his laptop open, voice low when he took calls. Between tasks he brought me water, adjusted the blanket, or simply sat on the edge of the mattress and rested his palm over my belly. The baby always responded to his touch, giving a strong kick or a slow roll that made Ethan’s face light up.“See?” he said softly, thumb tracing gentle circles. “Our little one knows I’m right here. You both do.”I smiled and covered his hand with mine. The warmth of his skin helped for a moment. But when he stood