NoahThe morning sun streamed through the windows of my chambers, golden and warm.I lay in bed, my hand resting on my swollen belly, feeling the gentle flutter of my baby's movements. The scare with the baby had shaken me, but Elena had assured me that everything was fine. The baby was healthy, strong, growing.I had been so afraid for so long. Afraid of losing the baby, afraid of the prophecy, afraid of the future. But lying there in the quiet of the morning, I felt a sense of peace settle over me.And then I felt it.A kick. Strong and insistent, right against my palm.I gasped, my eyes flying open. The baby had kicked before, but this was different. This was powerful, deliberate. It was like my child was reaching out to me, letting me know they were there.I pressed my hand against the spot, feeling the movement beneath my skin. Another kick, even stronger than the first."Hello," I whispered, a smile spreading across my face. "Hello, little one."The baby kicked again, as if resp
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