All Chapters of Married To My Sister's fiance : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ava’s POVThe bedroom felt smaller as the evening wore on. Ethan had dimmed the lights and kept the curtains half-drawn so the city glow outside didn’t feel too harsh. I lay propped against the pillows, my hand never leaving my belly. The ache had settled into a heavy, constant pressure that flared every time I shifted even slightly. The baby’s kicks were still strong, but they felt more urgent now, like the little one was trying to tell me something I didn’t want to hear.Ethan hadn’t left my side since we returned from the clinic. He worked from the chair beside the bed, his laptop balanced on his knees, but his eyes kept flicking to me. Every few minutes he reached over to rest his palm on my belly, checking for movement, or he brought me fresh water, or adjusted the pillows behind my back. His touch was gentle, careful, like he was afraid I might break.“You’re doing great,” he said quietly, his thumb stroking slow circles over the curve. The baby kicked right under his hand, and

Ava’s POVThe car ride to the clinic felt heavier than any we had taken before. Ethan drove with both hands on the wheel, his knuckles pale from how tightly he gripped it. His eyes flicked to me every few seconds, checking my face, my breathing, the way my hand stayed pressed to my belly like it could hold everything together. The ache had grown into something I couldn’t ignore anymore. It sat low and deep, a constant squeezing pressure that flared with every small movement of the car.I tried to keep my breathing even. The baby was still kicking, strong and steady, but the pain made each kick feel more urgent, like the little one was trying to tell us something was wrong. I didn’t say that out loud. I just held on to the seat and focused on the city passing outside the window, the tall buildings blurring together in the morning light.Ethan reached over and rested his hand on my thigh, his thumb stroking slow circles. “We’re almost there,” he said, voice low and steady. “Just hold on

Ava’s POVThe days blurred together under the soft glow of the bedroom lamps. I had been on strict bed rest for what felt like forever, though it had only been a couple of days. The ache in my side had become a constant companion, a heavy, squeezing pressure that never fully left. It flared with every small movement, every laugh, every time I tried to sit up too quickly. I kept one hand on my belly most of the time, feeling the baby’s kicks like tiny reassurances that we were still fighting.Ethan had turned our bedroom into a quiet sanctuary. His laptop sat on the small table beside the bed, and he worked from the chair next to me, answering calls with his earpiece while his free hand stayed close. He brought me water, cut fruit, and warm tea every hour. When the baby kicked, he would stop everything, rest his palm on my belly, and talk to the little one in that low, warm voice that always made something tight in my chest loosen.“You’re already so strong,” he murmured one afternoon,

Ava’s POVThe drive back to the clinic felt heavier than the one before. Ethan kept one hand on the wheel and the other on my thigh, his thumb moving in slow, steady circles. The ache in my side had become a constant, heavy pressure that flared with every small bump in the road. I kept my hand pressed to my belly, counting the baby’s kicks like they were the only thing keeping me anchored.Ethan glanced at me again, his jaw tight. “We’re almost there,” he said quietly. “Just hold on a little longer.”I nodded and tried to smile, but the pain sharpened suddenly, a deep squeeze that made my breath catch. I breathed through it slowly, focusing on the city passing outside the window. The baby kicked hard right then, a strong, reassuring thump that made me relax just a fraction. Ethan felt it too. His hand slid higher, covering mine on my belly.“Strong little fighter,” he murmured. “Just like you.”At the clinic the doctor was waiting. Ethan carried me inside and stayed right beside me th

Ava’s POVThe clinic visit left everything feeling heavier. We returned to the penthouse in silence, the doctor’s words echoing in my head: strict bed rest, monitor closely, come back immediately if anything worsens. Ethan carried me from the car straight to the bed without saying much. His arms were steady, but I could feel the tension in his shoulders.He tucked me in with fresh sheets and extra pillows, then sat on the edge of the mattress, one hand resting on my belly. The baby kicked right then, a strong, reassuring movement that made him close his eyes for a second.“Still fighting,” he whispered, thumb stroking slow circles. “Good.”I reached up and touched his face. “You look exhausted.”“I’m fine,” he said, but his voice was rough. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, then my belly. “You two are the only thing that matters right now. I’ll rest when you’re resting.”The rest of the day passed in a careful, quiet rhythm. Ethan worked from the chair beside the bed, answering c