Olga smiled tenderly, resting her hand on Olivia’s arm in a gentle gesture.

“Go on, sweetheart,” she said softly. “No need to rush. Pregnant women are always running to the bathroom anyway.”

Ana chuckled quietly and nodded in agreement.

“It’s true,” she added warmly. “The body starts giving you all sorts of signs.”

Olivia was washing her hands in front of the large mirror, gazing at her own reflection with a small, satisfied smile, when she heard the soft click of the door closing behind her.

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