Building Forever
Back at the apartment, the air felt thick with a new kind of tenderness. When John made love to me, every touch felt intentional—his hands lingering on my belly as if already trying to connect with the life growing inside. Afterward, we lay tangled together, the silence of the room filled only by the sound of our breathing. His palm rested warm and steady over my stomach. He kissed the top of my head, his voice a soft rumble against my hair. ""We need to tell my parents, Kay." I shifted slightly to look at him. "Before you do.....can I ask you something?" "Anything," he promised. "Are you really, truly happy about this baby?" "Kay," he said, his eyes locking onto mine with total sincerity, "I couldn't be happier. This is the best thing that's ever happened to me." I hesitated, the
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