Cristine sat on the couch, cradling her cup of tea while looking out the window. It was a crisp morning, but she barely noticed the gentle sunlight streaming into the room. What occupied her mind was the strange whirlwind of changes her body was going through. Her once-flat stomach had started to round noticeably. The slight bump wasn't something she could hide anymore, and the tightness of her clothes made that even more evident.
A sudden wave of nausea hit her, and she instinctively placed a hand on her belly. "Alright, baby," she murmured. "I get it. You're making your presence known."
Andrei walked into the living room, his laptop under his arm and a look of quiet determination on his face. He paused mid-step when he saw her pressing her hand against her growing bump.
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