Ann sat by the hospital window, watching the rain fall slowly against the glass. The soft pattering sound filled the quiet room. In the bassinet beside her, her baby boy slept peacefully, his tiny chest rising and falling. He was just two days old, and already, Ann felt like her whole world had changed.
Her body ached. Her eyes were tired. But her heart…her heart felt something new. It wasn’t just love. It was power. A deep strength rising from the pain, from everything she had been through. She had survived heartbreak, betrayal, loneliness. And now, she had created life. She was a mother. She reached out and gently touched her son’s cheek. He stirred, his tiny mouth opening in a soft yawn before going still again. “Hi,” she whispered, tears building in her eyes. “It’s just you and me now
