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he realized I was pregnant.
Only deeper now.
More helpless.
“That’s…” His voice failed.
“The baby,” I whispered.
Damen swallowed hard.
His thumb moved once, barely there, over my coat.
“Again,” he said softly, like he was asking the child.
I laughed through sudden tears.
“That’s not how it works.”
His eyes stayed on my stomach.
“Stubborn already.”
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