Chapter 3: Whispers Of Change
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A week had passed since Sophia dropped the pregnancy news, and the penthouse felt both brighter and heavier at the same time.
She move through the mornings with a quiet glow, one hand on her stomach checking if the tiny life inside her was still safe.
The doctor’s follow-up call the day before, had confirmed everything was progressing normal but the mild nausea and fatigue were starting to settle in like unwelcome guests.
Damian had thrown himself back into work with even more intensity, closing deals that kept him at the office until late. When he came home, though, the hunger in his eyes never dimmed.
Tonight was no different.
He stepped out of the elevator at nine-thirty, loosening his tie with one hand while looking at Sophia where she stood in the living room wearing a soft cashmere robe.
Without a word he crossed the space between them, pulling her against his chest and kissing her like a man who had been starving for hours.
“You’ve been on my mind since lunch,” he murmured, voice rough as his fingers tugged the robe open.
Sophia’s body responded out of habit, heat pooling low in her belly even as a wave of tiredness washed over her. She let him lead her to the bedroom, let him strip the robe away and lay her down on the cool sheets.
His mouth and hands were everywhere on her body.
For the first few minutes she matched his fire, arching into every touch, whispering his name the way he liked. But when he positioned himself between her thighs and began the long, driving rhythm they both knew so well, a sharp cramp twisted in her lower abdomen.
She bit her lip, trying to breathe through it.
“Damian… wait,” she gasped softly, fingers pressing against his shoulders.
He slowed but didn’t stop, eyes dark with need. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s… a little uncomfortable tonight. The doctor said the first weeks can be sensitive.”
He slow down and decided to take it gentle with her.He kissed her deeply, swallowing any further protest, and resumed his pace, though he was careful not to press too hard on her stomach.
She closed her eyes and held on, giving him what he needed, letting the marathon last for over two hours until he finally collapse beside her.
When Damian finally slept off she slipped quietly out of bed and enter into the bathroom, splashing cool water on her face.
Staring at the mirror, Sophia placed both hands over her stomach. “I’m sorry, little one,” she whispered. “I’m trying to keep everything perfect.”
The next morning she felt worse. The nausea hit harder, forcing her to skip breakfast and sip ginger tea instead.
Damian noticed the untouched plate but said nothing as he knotted his tie. He dropped a quick kiss on her forehead before leaving.
“Take it easy today,” he said, already checking his phone. “I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up if you’re tired.”
The words were kind, yet they landed like a warning.
Sophia spent the day resting on the couch, reading baby books on her tablet.
She decided to break the news of her pregnancy to Mia sharing the joyful news with her via text. Her best friend’s reply had been instant and full of exclamation.
“A baby! screaming with joy with bad intentions in her mind”.
We need to celebrate as soon as possible tomorrow lunch.”I want every single detail!” Mia said.
Sophia told her she will have a busy schedule tomorrow so they decided to talk on phone and prospond their meeting together.
“So how are you doing all these while hope Damian understood your condition” Mia asked.
Sophia hesitated, then type back the truth she hadn’t fully admitted even to herself.
“He’s trying”. But last night was hard. I had to push through even though it hurt a little. I feel guilty saying no to him.
Don’t feel guilty, Soph. You’re growing a human. If it gets too much, I can come over sometime keep you company or even help entertain him while you rest. Whatever you need.
The offer warmed Sophia’s heart. She sent a string of heart emojis and set the phone aside, grateful beyond words for a friend who never made her feel like a burden.
By evening the fatigue had settled deep into her bones. When Damian finally walked in at eleven, he look wired from whatever deal he had closed.
The moment he saw her curled on the sofa in silk pajamas, his expression shifted from tired to predatory.
“Come here,” he said, voice low as he shrugged off his jacket.
Sophia stood, trying to summon the energy she used to have in abundance. She met him halfway, letting him back her against the wall and kiss her until her knees felt weak.
But when his hands slid under her top and his hips pressed forward with clear intent, another cramp bloomed low in her belly.
“Damian… maybe we could just cuddle tonight?” she suggested softly, hating how small her voice sounded. “I’m still not feeling a hundred percent.”
He stilled, forehead resting against hers. For a long moment the only sound was their breathing.
Then he exhaled slowly and stepped back, running a hand through his hair.
“Right. The baby.” The words came out neutral, but his shoulders were tense.
“Fine. I’ll take a shower.”
He enter into the bathroom without another word. Sophia sank back onto the sofa, heart heavy.
She heard the water run for a long time,longer than usual. When he finally came out,hair damp and wearing only lounge pants, he joined her on the couch but kept a careful distance, scrolling through emails on his phone instead of pulling her close.
The silence stretched between them, thicker than it had ever been.
Sophia reached out and laced her fingers with his. “I love you,” she said quietly. “This is just temporary. I’ll feel better soon.”
Damian squeezed her hand once, then let go. “Yeah. We’ll adjust.”
He said the words, but the usual fire in his eyes had cooled into something restless, almost impatient. Sophia told herself it was normal. Every couple faced adjustments during pregnancy. They would find their rhythm again.
Yet as she lay beside him later that night,his arm draped loosely over her waist instead of pulling her tight against him.
She couldn’t shake the tiny, nagging fear that something fundamental had already begun to change.
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