Sophia's POV
The morning sickness lasted longer than I expected, stretching into the twelfth week before finally easing.
Damien adjusted his schedule without me asking, working from home more, making sure someone was always nearby when the sudden waves of nausea hit. He never made it feel like a burden. He just quietly rearranged his life around mine.
"You don't have to skip your meetings," I said one morning, watching him cancel something on his laptop.
"I want to," he said. "This matters more."
I smiled and let him have his way, too tired to argue properly.
By the fourteenth week, the sickness faded, and something new took its place. A strange, quiet contentment that settled over both of us, the kind that came from finally believing something good could last.
We had our first prop
