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WILLOW'S POV

As the sun painted the morning sky, I awoke to find Luciano conspicuously absent from my side as usual. The lingering warmth of the previous night's shared moments clung to the my mind, an aftermath to the intimacy that had unfolded. His advances and touches had been soothing, momentarily erasing the grudges that had taken residence in my heart.

Yet, amidst the tender memories, a subtle uncertainty nestled within my mind. The doubts about our relationship was still there, stubbornly refusing to be swept away by the intoxicating allure of the night. Despite the whole night's niceness, a quiet unease persisted, casting a shadow over the morning after.

Following the doctor's advice, I was able to put the morning sickness that threatened to weaken me at bay and headed for work. That day, my spirit was kind of like and I didn't really feel like working but I had to. After making up with Luciano the previous day, we talked about so many things, ranging from Kenzo's current situ