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I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingers twisting the hem of my sweater, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure it could be heard across the room. The clock on the wall ticked too slowly, each second stretching into an eternity. Where is he?I had fought for this moment—begged my mother in law not to say a word, insisted that I be the one to tell him. Somehow I had convinced her.She had given me that knowing look, the one that said she understood more than I wanted her to. But this wasn’t just about the news. It was about us. About what he had said that night, his voice so firm, so final: "I’m not ready for kids yet, Dema."The memory of those words made my stomach twist. Would he be angry? Scared? Would he look at me differently? The sound of the front door opening snapped me back to the present. My breath hitched as Rami stepped inside, his familiar frame filling the doorway. He looked tired, his work shirt slightly rumpled, but his face softened when he saw me. "I'm home," h
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I stirred awake, the space beside me already cold. Blinking against the morning light, I turned my head and saw Rami buttoning his shirt, his back to me. "You're up early," I murmured, my voice still thick with sleep. He glanced over his shoulder, barely meeting my eyes. "Yeah. Got a lot to do today." I sat up, pulling the blanket around me. "What time did you get home last night?" "Late," he said, adjusting his cuff. "Didn’t want to wake you." I swallowed hard. That was the third time this week. "Rami… why are you ignoring me?" His hands stilled for a second before he reached for his jacket. "I’m not ignoring you. I’ve just been busy with work." A bitter laugh escaped me. "Do you really think I’m stupid?" He finally turned to face me, his expression guarded. "Dema—" "No," I cut him off, my voice sharp. "I know what’s going on. Ever since I told you I was pregnant, you’ve been pulling away. Don’t lie to me." His jaw tightened. "It’s got nothing to do with that."
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