Nahla:Haha. I don’t believe you. You’re one of us.
I smiled, but it was a rueful kind of smile. I didn’t belong here.
Nahla:I’m glad you’re safe. Call me or Sana anytime. I haven’t told her you’ve left yet.
Me:Thank you. I’ll drop her an update.
I slipped into my warm flannel pyjamas and climbed into bed. I’d message Sana tomorrow. Tonight, I just needed sleep.
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When morning came, I felt well-rested and fresh. I might have even been content—until I noticed the hard chest pressed against my back and the heavy paw resting on my stomach. When I tried to straighten my legs, I realised he’d wedged his beneath mine.
With a growl, I tried to pry his hand away, but he just curled it tighter around my belly.
“I need to pee right now,” I rasped. “And my bladder doesn’t care if it’s on you.”
“Oh, shit,” he groaned, sitting up quickly before helping me.
The urge spiked so hard I winced.
“Do you need me to carry you?” he asked, scratching the back of his head.
I almost snapped at him until I realised he was being serious.
“Just help me off the bed,” I muttered.
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“Why haven’t you had any check-ups?” the midwife asked with a frown.
Fuck Laurent for springing this appointment on me.
No, I needed to know if the baby was okay.
But fuck him anyway. It was his fault I’d avoided doctors and hospitals in the first place.
“We’ve been out of the country,” Laurent lied smoothly. “I’m sure they’ll send the files soon.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll check with the sonographer, see if he can squeeze you in. You may need to wait a little,” she said with a smile, patting my hand.
She changed her tune pretty fast. Then again, he’d brought me to a private clinic.
I refused to be grateful to him.
That didn’t work either—not when I saw our healthy little girl.
I howled like a baby.
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Garrett stood smiling, holding the door open.
“I’m having a little girl,” I practically squealed at him.
His eyes softened, and his smile widened.
“Congratulations,” he murmured, bending down to kiss both my cheeks before helping me into the car.
