Isa’s POV
When I woke up Friday morning, I found myself pressed against Nikolai by his chest and arm. His mouth was half open and he was snoring away. I stifled a giggle as I made my way to the restroom, the pressure on my bladder particularly heavy this morning. Before I left the restroom, I checked myself out in the mirror and it was no surprise why. My bump looked slightly more obvious this morning.
After stopping to do the math, I concluded I was 24 days along out of the usual 75. I ran my hand over the still relatively small protrusion as I thought about how much I might continue to change in the next few weeks; so much that by day 50 it would be dangerous and painful for me to even be awake during the rest of the ordeal. It still felt surreal to even imagine. As I approached what
