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Aria's paper on organizational psychology wasn't getting written...
She'd been staring at the same paragraph for twenty minutes, her cursor blinking a steady, mocking rhythm on the screen. Around her, the library buzzed with the low energy of a Monday afternoon—students typing, whispering, and turning pages.
But her mind was elsewhere. It was on the ultrasound photo tucked in her bag. The new weight of the ring on her finger. The silent, incredible life growing inside her.
Engaged. To Damien Blackwood. Pregnant. And getting married, all at the same time..
The words lined up in her head but refused to feel real.
Her phone buzzed, skittering on the wooden table. A text from Sophia lit up the screen.
GIRL. You've been holding out on me. CHECK i********:.
Confused, Aria tapped the ap
