Chapter Twenty Two
First Person’s Perspective
SERENA’S POV
Six months.
That’s how long it’s been.
I stood in front of the small mirror in my room, staring at my stomach. It was round now, full and heavy. My hands moved over it slowly. I still couldn’t believe there was a baby growing inside me.
Sometimes I smiled. Sometimes I cried. Today… I felt both.
“Serena?” Jeremy’s voice came from the other room. “You okay?”
I took a breath. “Yeah. I’m coming.”
He was always asking. Always checking. Every morning, without fail. Sometimes it annoyed me. Sometimes it made my chest warm.
I walked into the kitchen slowly. My back ached, and my legs were tired even though the day had just started.
Jeremy was already at the stove. Eggs, toast, and something sweet , probably pancakes. He made me
