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“Are you—“ My sentence is cut short when a low growl rips out of my throat in pain, my hand immediately clutching my lower abdomen. I hadn’t been wrong. It’s because of her.

Like someone is twisting a knife through my lower abdomen and then adding a few extra turns for good measure. My breath catches, fingers automatically gripping the edge of my desk as sweat breaks out across my forehead. The computer screen blurs, and for a moment I think I might actually pass out. The pain radiates up through my torso and down into my thighs, making my legs feel weak and unsteady. Breathe, I tell myself. Just breathe through it.

She helped Kanaya walk to the living room to lie down. "Wait here, I'll go to the bedroom to get the examination tools." Lily's footsteps could be heard running. Soon Lily returned with a bag like the ones doctors carry. Lily put on her stethoscope and examined Kanaya's stomach, she also gently pressed Kanaya's pulse. "This could be called lower abdominal pain, which is common during pregnancy. You should rest for a while. I'll apply a compress later to make you feel better." "Thank you, Ma." Kanaya's hand gripped Lily's tightly.

It was around four in the morning when Daniella started to feel some cramps near her abdomen, groin, and back. She felt like she had severe dysmenorrhea and at the same time, it felt like she was constipated. She got up from her bed to call on Patty who was soundly sleeping in the extra bed that was in her room since Marcus was gone.

I took a deep breath and fell to the ground. I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen that I couldn't control.

Pull yourself together. I walk quickly, heels clicking against the marble floors as I make my way through the restaurant. I feel eyes on me, but I ignore them, keeping my gaze forward. I can feel something off, though. There’s a dull ache building in my lower belly, sharp and sudden, like a knife twisting deep inside. I push open the bathroom door, barely making it into a stall before the pain hits harder. My hand instinctively goes to my stomach, and I wince, doubling over.

"Thank you, Navine. That... that actually helps." "You’re too tense," she muttered. "You’re carrying the weight of the whole Lunar house." Suddenly, the relief vanished. A sharp, rhythmic cramping seized my midsection. "Ah! Stop—Navine, stop." "What is it? Did I press too hard?" "My waist," I gasped, clutching my protruding stomach. The pain had migrated, settling into a deep, intense ache that wrapped around my lower back and hips. "It’s moving. It’s... it’s so heavy. It hurts, Navine. It hurts a lot."

I pulled the blanket up higher, closed my eyes, and let out a slow breath. Just go back to sleep, I told myself. It's nothing. But then it came again. This time it wasn't a gentle ache. It was a sharp, grabbing pain that wrapped around my entire lower belly like a fist clenching tight. I gasped, my hand flying to my stomach. The pressure built, hard and unyielding, pressing down like something was pushing against my insides from the inside out. I couldn't breathe for a second. I just lay there, frozen, my fingers digging into my belly, waiting for it to pass.

Rebuilding, fixing, bonding once more. “Ahhhhh” I let out an involuntary groan as shooting stabbing pain rips across my lower pelvis and grip Colton’s arm so tight I almost pierce him with my nails. It’s bone achingly awful as pain goes and try as I might to bear down and grit my teeth I can’t hold it in.

The sharp cramp in my lower abdomen forces my eyes open before my morning alarm even has a chance to ring on the nightstand. I groan and press the heel of my right hand directly against my stomach, and I wait for the dull ache to subside, but the pain only radiates further down my thighs. This is the third morning in a row that my body has tried to betray me, and the impending heat is becoming much harder to ignore with each passing hour. I push the heavy, dark duvet off my sweating body and force myself to sit up on the edge of the mattress. I need to get moving before my thoughts spiral into a panic.