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Avni leaned against the kitchen island, her oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder, barely concealing the soft curve of her growing belly. The swell of her abdomen, now rounded with the promise of triplets, was a testament to the life blossoming within her, a living canvas of their shared love. Jack’s hands found her waist, warm and possessive, his fingertips tracing slow, deliberate circles against her skin. Each touch ignited ripples of heat that spread through her, a silent reminder of the deep connection they shared. The kitchen, usually a place of mundane routines, was transformed by their presence into a charged space, heavy with anticipation. The scent of the vanilla extract from the cookies she made earlier still lingers in the air and mixes with his cologne.