Everleigh
Seven months later...
It was Christmas Eve, and gentle snowflakes fell from the winter sky, covering everything in a serene white. The streets were lit with festive Christmas lights, creating a warm atmosphere.
It was warm inside our house too, as Isaac had lit the fireplace.
I sat snuggled in my blanket on the couch, my fingers dancing gently over my swollen belly while Vincent played on the floor.
I looked at Aleks, who was arranging a few last-minute decorations with a playful grin. He caught my eye and narrowed his eyes. "What?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" I feigned obliviousness.
"Why are you staring at me?" he asked, grinning.
"You seem a little too excited about today. Like a kid," I said and giggled.
Aleks frowned. "Why shouldn't I be? It's Christmas. And it's
