At first, Larissa dismissed the changes in her bo:dy.

She blamed stomach trouble, aging, bloating—maybe just stress. She even laughed about it, saying she must have been eating too much bread becau-se her belly kept growing.

But after running a few routine tests, her doctor’s expression shifted.

“Ma’am…” he said carefully, reviewing the results again. “This may sound unusual, but the tests suggest… pregnancy.”

Larissa stared at him. “I’m sixty-six years old!”

“There are extremely rare cases,” he replied cautiously. “But you should see a gynecologist to confirm.”

She left the clinic stunned. Yet somewhere deep inside, she believed it. She had carried three children before. As her abdomen continued to expand, she convinced herself this was some kind of late-life miracle. She felt pressure, heaviness—sometimes even what she thought was movement.

Still, she didn’t see a specialist.

“I’ve done this before,” she told herself. “When the time comes, I’ll go to the hospital.”

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