Drisana The garden had become my favorite place in the house.It was quiet in the mornings, before the staff started moving around and before Armani’s phone inevitably began demanding his attention.I stood beside the small patch of herbs I’d planted weeks ago, one hand resting beneath my stomach. The change was impossible to ignore now.My waist had thickened. My clothes were beginning to fit differently, and the small curve I’d once been able to hide beneath loose dresses had finally become visible.I ran my palm over it slowly. For months, the pregnancy had existed mostly as numbers on a medical form. Weeks. Measurements. Appointments. Now I could see and feel it. My body was making room for someone. I was so distracted that I didn’t notice Armani until his voice came from behind me.“You’ve been standing there for five minutes.”I startled and turned. He stood a few feet away, one hand in his pocket. His eyes dropped to my stomach. I immediately lowered my hand. Something about
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