My Stepbrother Got Me Pregnant
God, if there were an award for being a fool, I’d win first place.
“No, you can’t,” he murmured. His eyes lingered too long, roaming over me.
“Your body’s changing,” he said softly. “Your boobs… they’re getting bigger.”
My stomach clenched.
That was exactly what I’d read—that breasts grew first, not the stomach. The body prepared early, ready to hold milk. So that I can feed baby nutrition once it is delivered.
“Shut up with your nonsense,” I snapped and adjusted the bikini.
I stepped away as I tried to drag his attention somewhere else.