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"I feel like I'm running out of time." "We need to get you out of there," Chloe said, her voice turning serious. "I’ve been looking at small apartments two counties over. Somewhere Julian won't think to look. Somewhere you can just be a normal pregnant woman without a billionaire, a cheating husband and a wicked mother-in-law fighting over your soul." "Julian won't let me go, Chloe. He’s already bought the house next door. He’s bought the security. He’s bought everything. Especially now that he knows I’m having his baby.”

Raven sat on the kitchen counter, watching Damon move around the kitchen. She kept a hand on her abdomen, hoping the nausea would subside soon. The morning sickness was getting worse every day, and according to the classic book to read during pregnancy, “What to Expect When You’re Expecting,” it could get worse before it gets better when carrying twins. She was dreading so much of what she had read, but the thought of her babies, the only part she had left of the man she had fallen in love with.

That was also when I was forced to another reality, that I had to go on with a marriage that didn't count, one that involved Camilla, and so she gave birth to the pregnant woman that I am in. I pushed everything to the back of my mind, my fingers curled on my lap, and suddenly it turns. I have a feeling that it has very little to do with the déjà vu, and more to do with the fact that this time I'm heading over to Italy and on a search for Jasmine.

, she said, getting the better part of Vidya's curiosity. "Really? What is it? I hope it's going to be a useful info to me?" She asked. "Very useful", she replied, nodding. "Really? Then tell me the hell this information", she said. "Are you prepared to take this?" Roshni asked. "Damn it Roshni! What is it?" Roshni kept mute, taking her time to bring this up. Then, she finally let the cat out of the bag. "Rina is pregnant".

That day, Rome threw herself into reading. She needed something to anchor her. The changes in her body were no longer subtle; they were overwhelming. So she spent hours scrolling through online articles and personal blogs, absorbing every piece of information she could about pregnancy. She wanted answers. She wanted understanding. Especially about cravings— paglilihi, as the elders called it. And what she discovered opened up a new layer of awareness.

"Hmm...since you're married now, the next step will be to get pregnant. According to a romance novel's basic plot, once the heroine gets pregnant, someone's going to do something to her. If it were a torturous novel then there'd be a miscarriage. But if it were a sweet novel, the baby would be safe no matter what happened. Also, you'd probably have twins! A boy and a girl!" Sigrid's eyes widened and asked, "Twins?" Rachel nodded with a serious face and added, "That's right! There is a relatively high chance for the heroine of romance novels to give birth to twins. It's a greater possibility for different sex twins. Not only that, your husband will definitely spoil the daughter in the future,

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He silenced her with a hungry kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, hands roaming possessively over her body. “None of that matters. Asli's out of the picture a long time ago. You're my woman, my almost stepdaughter slut, pregnant with my child. I'll handle everything. You just focus on my baby.” He led her back to the bed, laying her down gently for once, his touches turning tender yet still laced with lust. As they curled together, his hand splayed over her stomach, Adam whispered filthy promises in her ear, how he'd fuck her through the pregnancy, make her milk heavy tits his playthings, build a life around their twisted love. Nova, conflicted no more, melted into him, the future a hazy, e

My voice tinged with frustration. Before I finished narrating my predicament, Romi had already drawn out her phone and began reading an article. She cleared her throat and grabbed a pen, holding it like a microphone. “Breaking news. Pregnant women can feel high libido due to hormonal changes.” She read through the article with a dramatized tone. She continued explaining why my moods were fluctuating. When she was done, her gaze shifted to me. “So it’s normal for you to be pregnant and horny.” Another wry smile built on her lips.

She was fully expecting him to give it one glance, and put it down with a caustic remark about trash, at which she would mutter something equally caustic about literary snobs. Instead he scanned it for perhaps twenty seconds. It was ridiculous to feel embarrassed, but she did. Not because he was reading about the imaginative contortions of Dominic and Natalya, but because he was probably imagining her reading them and getting all hot and erogenous in the process. In fact, she had not. As scenes of rampant nookie went, it had been disappointingly unerotic - more like a DIY plumbing manual than anything else. ‘Jesus,* he muttered at last. ‘This is anatomically impossible.*