Selena's POV
I sat quietly, my hands gently resting on my belly as if to shield the life growing within me. A warmth, something pure and powerful, stirred deep inside, one I hadn't felt in so long. This little one was my anchor, my miracle, and I wanted nothing more than to share my dreams with them, to give them every ounce of love that had been buried within me, waiting for this very moment.
“If you’re a boy, you’ll be named Martins, just like your father,” I whispered softly, tracing small circles over my belly. “And if you’re a girl… you’ll be Martina.” It felt comforting to say it out loud, as though naming them was a promise—a promise that their father’s spirit would live on.
I imagined our days together, just me and my little one, filling our lives with love, joy, and laughter. I
