The sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of our bedroom, casting golden shadows on the white sheets. The air smelled of lavender and freshness, and a light breeze gently swayed the curtains, carrying the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore of our estate.
I lay on the bed, my back slightly propped up by soft pillows, while my hand gently caressed the curve of my belly. Five months. Another miracle was growing inside me, a little secret that moved silently, still too small for me to feel it kick, but big enough to make me feel full, complete.
I got lost in that thought for a moment, smiling softly. My life had changed so much in just a few years. From being alone and at the mercy of fate to becoming a wife and mother, loved and protected like never before. The old Iri
