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BELLAI spent the morning moving around the apartment like a ghost in my own life.The space was still new, still unfamiliar in places, but I was trying to make it feel like home. I wiped down the counters, folded laundry, and rearranged a few books on the shelf. Small tasks to keep my hands busy and my mind from spiraling.The baby was growing. I could feel the slight roundness now when I looked in the mirror, a gentle curve that made everything feel more real. I talked to the baby sometimes soft whispers about the day, about how I was scared but excited, about how I hoped their father would be part of their life someday. But mostly, I tried not to think about Alex.His silence after my last text had hurt. But I had asked for space. I had to respect my own boundaries.A knock on the door startled me.I wasn’t expecting anyone. Mia had said she might stop by later, but not this early. I wiped my hands on a dish towel and walked to the door, heart beating a little faster.I looked thro

BellaA week had passed since Alex showed up at my door with flowers, gifts, and tears in his eyes, begging for another chance. In many ways, it felt like the beginning of something real something we had both been too scared to fully claim before. He had been consistent, patient, and present in ways I hadn’t expected. He texted good morning messages every day, called to check on how I was feeling, and even brought over homemade meals when he could. We spent quiet evenings talking about the twins, about names we liked, about how we imagined our future. He held me when I cried about my father’s rejection, and he listened without trying to fix everything.But I was still holding back.I loved him. That hadn’t changed. But the hurt from the parking lot the doubt in his eyes when I first told him about the pregnancy lingered like a shadow. I had given him my heart completely once, and he had questioned it in the moment I needed him most. So while I let him in a little more each day, I k

The morning light spilled gently through the curtains of the guest room as Bella stirred awake. She blinked slowly, still adjusting to the unfamiliar but comforting surroundings of Alex’s house. For the first time in weeks, she had slept deeply, wrapped in the quiet promise of a second chance.A soft knock sounded on the door.“Come in,” she called, sitting up and pulling the blanket higher.The door opened to reveal Alex and Emily, both wearing matching aprons and wide grins. Alex carried a large tray, while Emily balanced a small vase with fresh flowers.“Breakfast in bed for our favorite guest!” Emily announced proudly.Bella’s heart swelled as they approached. The tray held fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fresh fruit, yogurt with granola, and a mug of herbal tea. A single rose lay across the plate.“You two made all this?” Bella asked, voice thick with emotion.Alex set the tray carefully on her lap, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “We wanted to spoil you. You deserve it.”

Alex Sunlight streamed through the half-open curtains, warming my skin as I slowly woke up. The first thing I noticed was the soft, steady breathing beside me. Bella lay curled on her side, completely naked, the sheet having slipped down to her waist during the night. Her fuller breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples slightly peaked from the cool morning air. Her belly had that beautiful gentle curve now, carrying our twins. My cock was already hard, aching, pressed against her thigh.I hadn’t had enough of her last night. Not nearly enough.I slid down the bed carefully, moving under the sheets without waking her. Her legs parted naturally as I settled between them. She was still a little swollen and slick from last night. I pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh, then another higher up, before dragging my tongue slowly through her folds.Bella stirred with a sleepy moan.I licked her again, firmer this time, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it g

BellaI was curled up on the big sectional couch at Alex’s house, Emily nestled against my side with her head resting gently on my rounded belly.It was Sunday evening our last night before I was supposed to go back to my apartment. The TV played a quiet animated movie, but none of us were really watching it. Emily’s small hand kept stroking my belly in slow circles, talking softly to the twins like they could already hear her.“Do you think they’ll like dinosaurs?” she whispered, looking up at me with those big, hopeful eyes. “I can teach them everything. I’ll be the best big sister ever.”I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. “They’re going to love dinosaurs because their big sister does. And you already are the best big sister.”Alex sat on my other side, his arm draped around my shoulders, fingers occasionally tracing lazy patterns on my arm. The three of us had spent the whole weekend like this soft, easy moments that felt like they were stitching our broken pie