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~Bella's POV
My days had settled into a rhythm I never expected, but one I found myself cherishing. Every morning, I'd wake up to a message or call from Alex, usually something cheeky or sweet, telling me to get ready. And just like that, we'd be off again, another date, another quiet escape from everything else.
Sometimes it was breakfast at a tucked-away cafe, where he'd insist I try whatever new pastry they had. Other times it was just a walk in the park, or shopping for things I didn't even realize I needed until he said, "You'd look good in that," and I suddenly did. He was everywhere with me, laughing, touching my growing belly like it was the most precious thing in the world.
And yes, growing. That part was hard to ignore now.
