**Zaire
Morning came too fast.
Kyra woke with her mouth already dry, the familiar discomfort of a full bladder pressing low in her abdomen. She'd stopped eating the night before like the nurse instructed, nothing by mouth, clear liquids only, and drink plenty of water. It made everything feel more serious somehow, like her body itself was preparing for something sacred.
She lay still for a moment, breathing through the nerves.
Today.
I was awake beside her, sitting up slightly, scrolling through my phone with a furrowed brow. When I noticed her eyes open, I set it down immediately.
"How you feeling?" I asked quietly.
"Hungry. Nervous. Like I might pee on the ultrasound table," she said dryly.
That earned a small smile from me, brief, but real. "They warned me about the bladder part
