Armani
Armani I'm going to be a father. The words echo strangely in the chambers of my mind, hollow and distant, as though they belong to someone else's reality rather than my own. I tighten my grip on Rena's slender fingers as we navigate the winding streets of our town, desperately seeking some tangible connection to the life growing within her womb. The cobblestones beneath our feet seem to undulate with each step, mirroring the turbulence of my thoughts.
This is what I wanted, I remind myself firmly, pushing away the creeping tendrils of doubt. And Rena will make a fine mother. Yet even as I conjure this reassurance, a peculiar discomfort twists through my stomach. There remains the unspoken truth hovering between us—she isn't here entirely of her own volition. Not yet. But time stre
