Bella stayed curled against Mikhail’s chest. His words still hung in the air between them. *Then let me be scared for both of us.* She closed her eyes and tried to believe it. His hand rested on her stomach like he was already protecting the baby. She placed her hand over his. For a moment, everything felt okay.They fell asleep like that. Tangled together. Safe.The next morning, Bella woke up alone. The bed was still warm where Mikhail had been. She stretched slowly and touched her stomach again. The nausea was there, but lighter today. She smiled a little. Maybe things were getting better.She got up, pulled on one of his shirts, and walked to the kitchen. Coffee was already made. She poured a cup and stood by the window, looking out at the city.Mikhail came in a few minutes later. His face was tight.“Morning,” she said.He walked over and kissed her forehead. “Morning. How do you feel?”“Better,” she said. “Still tired, but okay.”He nodded, but his mind was somewhere else. She
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