Or separation.
Or what she had lost.
She wasn’t moving in reaction anymore.
She was moving with intention.
Becoming.
Not who she used to be.
Not who circumstances had shaped her into.
But someone entirely new.
And for the first time—
That didn’t feel uncertain.
It felt right.
As the months passed, Aira’s pregnancy progressed steadily, marking time in a way that felt both physical and deeply personal.
Her body changed first.
Subtly at the beginning, then in ways she could no longer ignore. Movements became slower. Fatigue lingered longer than it used to. There were mornings when simply getting out of bed required more effort than she expected.
But alongside that—
Something else was growing.
Not just life within her.
But strength.
Balancing coursework with physical exhausti
