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... ld at the edges. She stayed in bed a minute longer than usual, hand resting on her stomach, feeling the quiet warmth there. No big kicks yet, just that soft, secret presence. Like the baby was listening.
She smiled a little. "Morning, you."
She got up slow, padded to the kitchen in her oversized tee and sleep shorts, made ginger tea the way she liked it now strong, with a squeeze of fresh lemon. The smell cut through the faint queasiness that was becoming background noise.
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