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my trembling hands, my breath

I stared at the pregnancy test until my vision blurred, willing the lines to fade, to reveal th

had nothing to do with morning sickness. My hands instinctively moved to my still-flat stomach, and I was struck by the strange duality of the momen

with no more answers than when they left my lips. A hysterical laugh bubbled up in my throat. Of course, this

ocean eyes again makes my chest constrict. Would they soften at the news, or would they hold the same cold distance they did

tor. Even now, after everything, my body still yearned for its mate. Still reco

, the words feeling foreign on my tongue. "I'm sorry you're getting such a mess for a mother." My hand rested on my abdo

ined to love someone who couldn't, wouldn't love them back? The thought was almost unbearable. I pushed my

e, somehow, this would change things. Maybe t

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e chance to reclaim everything I'd lost? But even as I thought it, the cruel reality twisted its way back into my chest, like

aybe they're not a punishment. Maybe they're a gift. A chance at

, both to my reflection and the lif

p on my bed, one hand still prot

you're certainly taking your time about it." Another laugh escaped

apart, I felt something like purpose stirring in my chest. This child might have been conceived

by is mine. My chance to love someth

tive love I didn't know I was capable of feeling. For this child, I would move mountains. For

irst time in weeks, I almost believed it. "You and m