-Jax-
Three years later…
“And how is my very pregnant wife doing?” I inquired as I entered the living room, spotting Kat lying on the couch, engrossed in a book.
“Very bored and feeling very big,” she replied, lowering the book.
There was a hint of frustration in her tone, but lately, everything seemed to irk her, and I couldn’t blame her. It was an exceptionally hot summer, and Kat had only three weeks left of her pregnancy. We had started trying for a baby as soon as she turned 27, and it hadn’t taken us long to conceive. Both of us were thrilled and eagerly awaited the arrival of our child. I was even considering persuading my mother to visit so she could help Kat pass the time. Kat and I were both trying to support her, but I knew she would never be the same woman she once was.
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