WORSHIPPED BY MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND
I squeezed Alex’s hand so hard he hissed, but he didn’t flinch away.
“Easy,” Clara murmured, her eyes scanning the bleeding. “Breathe, Saesha. Slow, steady. You’re not in labor. This isn’t preterm labor.”
My heart thudded painfully. “Then—what is it?”
Clara glanced up, her face serious but calm. “Bleeding like this can come from overexertion. Your cervix is more fragile during pregnancy. Tiny blood vessels can rupture with strain—physical activity, lifting, even…” her eyes flicked meaningfully to Alex, “…vigorous intimacy.”
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