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Morgan

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The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting long, dancing shadows across my wall. A soft groan escaped my lips as I began to stretch.

I swung my legs over the bed and padded towards the bathroom as a yawn escaped my lips.

The cool tile beneath my feet was a stark contrast to the warmth of my bed as I approached the bathroom mirror, a wave of sleepiness still clung onto me.

My reflection stared back at me, a familiar face that held a hint of morning puffiness. It was just then that I noticed it, my belly. It seemed.... almost as if it was fuller? A bit rounder than usual.

A flicker of concern ignited in my chest. I'd been feeling a bit bloated and having a bit of morning sickness lately, but this was different.

I reached out, tracing the gentle curve of my stomach with a finger, it was definitely more pronounced. A bit of worry shot through me.

Had I been overeating that much? I thought to myself.

Lately I'd been trying my best to watch my diet but maybe I'd been less strict then I had thought.

Dismissing the thoughts as likely paranoia, I turned to the sink and started my morning routine, brushing it off.

The weight of my worrying seemed to lift as I splashed cold water onto my face.

It's definitely just bloating. I thought to myself.

I was pretty sure it'd go down in a couple of days anyway.

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It was maybe 4PM, leaving an hour and a half before Journey would make it home from work.

Journey was never home at this time and I'd grown accustomed to it at this point.

It was always just me and Drew.

The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound to be heard, a constant companion in the otherwise silent house as I stood against the kitchen counter just thinking about everything.

Drew's footsteps were a sudden intrusion, I slightly turned around to face him.

He moved with a predatory grace, his eyes gleaming with a familiar hunger.

My heart began to pound in a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I turned back around.

I knew exactly what was to come, yet a part of me still clung to the hope that he'd change his mind about it because it was very hard to turn down the offer.

"Morgan." Drew's voice was low, a purr that instantly sent chills down my spine.

I made eye contact with him, my eyes wide with a mixture of both fear and desire.

He approached slowly, his hand reaching out to caress my cheek. I flinched, pulling away.

"Drew no, we can't be doing this." My voice was barely a whisper, but the determination in my eyes might have been clear.

Guilt gnawed at me, a bitter taste in my mouth.

Journey was my cousin. Yet the physical pull towards Drew was undeniable.