That night, for the first time in months, I slept peacefully.
The days that followed were surprisingly calm. I woke up late, took slow walks in the garden, and ate without rushing. Sometimes, I caught myself smiling for no reason, my hand always resting on my stomach, as if afraid the baby might disappear.
“I’m really going to be a mother,” I whispered one afternoon, laughing softly at myself.
Sofia teased me endlessly. “See you? You look better already.”
I nodded. For the first time, life wasn’t chasing me, I was walking at my own pace. I finally got what I had always wished for.
One morning, I stared at my reflection and sighed. “It’s time for a scan.”
Selena’s head snapped up immediately. “Today?!”
I nodded. “Yes,” I said, chuckling.
Her eyes sparkled. “Then I’m coming with you.
