As the days slipped by, my belly swelled bigger and bigger, like a weighted, overinflated beach ball. My due date crept closer with every passing day.
With three babies squished together inside me, even walking felt like an impossible task. I could only move around when a maid held me up by the arm, or spend my days propped up on a soft couch.
I could not even roll over in bed without help. Even the smallest shift left every muscle in my body throbbing.
Old Dimitrov had hired the best obstetrician and postpartum doula in all of London, who were on standby in the villa 24/7, ready for the babies' arrival at a moment's notice. He had also stocked up on every single supply we could possibly need for labor, terrified that the smallest thing might go wrong for me or the babies.
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