Chapter 142

• REBECCA
• I found myself perched on the edge of the bed, an air of anticipation hanging around me as I awaited Artemy's arrival. My hand tenderly cradled my rounded stomach, and in the gentle rhythm of life beneath my skin, I felt the baby's movements.
• Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Artemy emerging from the bathroom. He stood there with a towel casually draped over his shoulders, methodically drying his damp hair. The expanse of his chest was bared to the world, his attire limited to nothing but a pair of sleek black sweatpants.