Sophia's POV
By the twenty-fourth week, my body had changed in ways I was still learning to accept.
I stood in front of the mirror one morning, turning slightly to the side, watching the curve of my stomach catch the light.
"You look beautiful," Damien said from the doorway, watching me.
"I look like a completely different person," I said.
"You look like someone growing our child," he said, coming to stand behind me. He wrapped his arms around me gently, resting his hands over my stomach. "That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
I leaned back against him, letting his words settle over the uncertainty I'd been feeling.
"Sometimes I get scared," I said quietly.
"Of what?" he said.
"Of being enough," I said. "For this baby. I never had a real example of parenting past the ag
