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Anne sat on the hospital bed, hands resting lightly on her swollen belly, still catching her breath after the scan. The nurse had just left the room, closing the door softly behind her, leaving a quiet hum in the air. The twins were okay. For now, that was all that mattered.
Eric stood close by, his eyes never leaving her. His presence was intense ... a mix of protective and something more. "You're okay," he murmured, voice low enough for only her to hear.
Anne shifted slightly, trying to keep her cool, but Eric's warmth was creeping closer, making her heart beat faster. "Eric, you don't have to follow me everywhere," she whispered, half amused, half annoyed. "I need some space."
His hand brushed against hers, fingers tracing small, careful patterns. "I can't help it. You're carrying my kids. I'm not letting anyone near you that I don't trust and look at what happened the last time I left you alone."
