{Dark: Enemies to Lovers romance.}
"I would get her eyes tattooed inside my brain; yet I would still get lost in them with just one look."
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the rumours has it all that there is a certain man in the underworld who is dangerously attracti...
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A couple of months have passed since I learned the news that Mira was carrying our baby. It still feels like a dream sometimes. The early days were full of chaos, decisions, and that nervous excitement, but now I'm getting used to it. The weight of responsibility, the joy of knowing there's life growing inside of her, and the undeniable love I feel for her every damn day.
Mira's belly is growing. Slowly at first, but now it's undeniable. She's glowing.
You know what life is like when you're living with a pregnant Mira? Let me break it down for you.
Month 1: First, there's the endless sleeping. It doesn't matter what time it is or where we are, if she's tired, she's gone. I'm talking out cold in five seconds. One minute she's asking for a snack, the next, she's snoring next to me like a freight train. I can't even get mad because well, she's pregnant.
Month 2: Then comes the morning sickness. She'd practically live in the bathroom for weeks, and I'd be running after her with water, tissues, anything I could grab. It was like being in some bizarre survival movie, only the threat was nausea.
Month 3: We hit mood swings, and let me tell you, I didn't know a woman could cry so much about something as simple as the toaster not working. One minute she's crying over a TV show, the next she's laughing at me because I can't figure out how to put a pillow just right for her.
Month 4: I thought we were in the clear, but then it was the cravings. If she wanted pickles with chocolate or watermelon at 2 a.m., I was driving, no questions asked.
Month 5: Things started to settle a little, but we also hit that phase where I couldn't walk through the door without her belly being the first thing I noticed. It felt like the belly was its own person, and I swear it was growing overnight.
Month 6: And now we're here. She's glowing, and I've learned more about what it means to actually take care of someone than I ever thought possible. Every night, I catch myself just staring at her, wondering how I got so damn lucky.
I smile to myself as I think about how far we've come, the love we've built, and the little family we're starting.
It's a Thursday afternoon when I get the call. I'm buried in paperwork in my office, going through the usual reports, making sure nothing's falling through the cracks. Then the phone rings it's Mira.
"Hey, baby," I answer, smiling even though she can't see it.
"Hey," her voice comes through, light and a little hesitant. "So, I'm at the reception, and... they won't let me see you."
I sit up straight, confusion creeping in. "What? Why?"
"They said you're in a meeting and I need an appointment to come upstairs," she says, her voice too calm, but I can tell there's a touch of annoyance underneath.
