Pregnant
Alara’s POV “Sleepyhead, wake up!” Clarke’s voice pulled me from the fog of sleep, her tone equal parts amused and exasperated. I groaned, blinking against the golden light pouring into the room through the tall windows. “Let me guess,” I rasped, “you’ve already done yoga, answered a dozen emails, and cured world hunger?” Clarke chuckled from where she sat at the edge of the bed. “Nope. Just came up to drag you downstairs. Matt and Ace are talking business over coffee, and I figured you’d want to catch your possessive CEO in his natural habitat.” That made me smile, faintly. I stretched slowly, still feeling that strange heaviness in my limbs. “Have you seen Ace?” “He’s with Matt downstairs. Looking all intense in those black shirts he wears like armor.” I nodded, pushing myself up
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