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” Dominic said behind me, hands sliding to my waist to support the weight of my belly.
“I’m pregnant, not disabled.”
“I know,” he murmured. “But I’m still going to spoil you even if you complain.”
Our daughter kicked beneath his hands.
“She’s active today,” he said, amazed.
“She’s destroying my bladder,” I corrected. “Your daughter is violent.”
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