Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To My Sister's fiance : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Ava’s POVThe hospital room felt both safe and confining. White walls, soft beeping monitors, and the faint smell of antiseptic mixed with the fresh flowers Sandra had sent earlier. I lay in the adjustable bed, propped up by several pillows, my hand resting on the curve of my belly. The baby moved in slow, steady rolls, each kick a small comfort in the quiet space. But the ache in my side had become a constant, heavy pressure that never fully left. It flared with every small shift, every deep breath, every time I tried to adjust my position.Ethan had pulled a chair right up to the side of the bed. He hadn’t left the room except for quick trips to the bathroom or to speak with the nurses. His laptop sat closed on the small table, work forgotten for now. His eyes stayed on me most of the time, dark with worry he tried to hide behind gentle smiles and soft words.“How are you feeling right now?” he asked, his voice low. He reached over and covered my hand with his on my belly. The baby

Ava’s POVThe hospital room had taken on a rhythm of its own. Soft beeps from the monitors, the occasional murmur of nurses in the hallway, and the steady presence of Ethan beside me. I lay in the adjustable bed, propped up by several pillows, my hand resting on the curve of my belly. The baby moved in slow, steady rolls, each kick a small comfort in the quiet space. But the ache in my side had become a constant, heavy pressure that never fully left. It flared with every small shift, every deep breath, every time I tried to adjust my position.Ethan had barely slept. He sat in the recliner pulled close to the bed, his hand resting on my belly even when his eyes closed for a few minutes. Every time the baby moved or I shifted, he woke instantly, checking my face, adjusting the pillows, or calling the nurse if the pain showed on my expression.“How are you feeling right now?” he asked softly when he saw my eyes open. His thumb stroked slow circles over the curve of my belly. The baby ki

Ava’s POVThe hospital room had settled into a heavy, watchful quiet. The monitors beeped steadily beside the bed, tracking every heartbeat, every small contraction, every change in my blood pressure. I lay propped up against the pillows, my body tired from doing nothing but resting. The ache in my side had become a constant, unrelenting pressure that pressed on me with every breath. It flared with every small movement, every time I tried to shift positions, every time the baby kicked particularly hard. I kept one hand on my belly, feeling the movements like anchors in the uncertainty.Ethan had barely left my side. He sat in the recliner pulled close to the bed, his hand resting on my belly even when he tried to rest. His eyes were tired, but they opened the moment I stirred. He had refused to go home, refused to let anyone else take over. The nurses had brought him a blanket and pillow, but he used them more for me than for himself.“How are you feeling right now?” he asked softly w

Ava’s POVThe hospital room had settled into a heavy, watchful quiet. The monitors beeped steadily beside the bed, tracking every heartbeat, every small contraction, every change in my blood pressure. I lay propped up against the pillows, my body tired from doing nothing but resting. The ache in my side pressed on me constantly now, a deep, unrelenting pressure that flared with every small movement or deep breath. I kept one hand on my belly, feeling the baby’s kicks like anchors in the uncertainty.Ethan had barely left my side. He sat in the recliner pulled close to the bed, his hand resting on my belly even when he tried to rest. His eyes were tired, but they opened the moment I stirred. He had refused to go home, refused to let anyone else take over. The nurses had brought him a blanket and pillow, but he used them more for me than for himself.“How are you feeling right now?” he asked softly when he saw my eyes open. His thumb stroked slow circles over the curve of my belly. The

Ava’s POVThe hospital room had grown familiar in a way I never wanted. The soft glow of the monitors cast a blue light across the walls, and the steady beeps had become a constant background rhythm I could almost ignore. I lay propped up against the pillows, my body heavy with exhaustion from doing nothing but resting. The ache in my side pressed on me constantly now, a deep, unrelenting pressure that flared with every small movement or deep breath. I kept one hand on my belly, feeling the baby’s kicks like anchors in the uncertainty.Ethan had barely left my side. He sat in the recliner pulled close to the bed, his hand resting on my belly even when he tried to rest. His eyes were tired, but they opened the moment I stirred. He had refused to go home, refused to let anyone else take over. The nurses had brought him a blanket and pillow, but he used them more for me than for himself.“How are you feeling right now?” he asked softly when he saw my eyes open. His thumb stroked slow cir