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~Bella's POV
I sat on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my hands resting gently on my stomach. There was life inside me. A tiny, fragile life growing each day. I still couldn't wrap my head around it. How could this be real? How could I be carrying Alex's child and yet feel so alone?
I pressed a hand over my mouth as emotions overwhelmed me. I had spent the entire day lost in thought, questioning everything. Should I tell Alex? Should I keep this to myself? The answer should have been simple, but it wasn't.
Alex was kind. He was thoughtful. He had always been there when I needed him. But he didn't love me the way I wished he did. And I knew, deep down, I couldn't risk this baby's future on a love that wasn't certain.
My eyes felt heavy from the weight of my thoughts, and at some point, I drifted off to sleep.
Knock. Knock. Knock.