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Chapter 11: They’re Close
H A R D I N ' S P.O.V I pushed open our bedroom door, wincing as it creaked loudly. The last thing I wanted was to wake up my pregnant wife. Slowly, I stepped in, silently shutting the door behind me, but frowned when I found our bed sheets empty, and drawn open, in a messy disarray. Searching our room with frantic eyes, my panic settled as I found her. She was perched on our huge window ledge that acted as a bench, a few throw pillows propping up her back against the wall. Her head was tipped back, her face illuminated by the bright moon that beamed in from the open window. Despite her eyes being shut closed, I knew she was far from asleep. Like me, she was a restless sleeper. A night owl. I remembered how neither one of us could sleep during our first week as a wedded couple. Ins
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