Life settled into a surprisingly comfortable rhythm, and I threw myself into my work, eager to build a name for myself as a graphic designer.
As such, my phone would buzz with notifications from satisfied clients, and my days became filled with the click of the mouse and the hum of the computer.
One morning, Avery, peering over my shoulder, breathed, "Damn, girl. This logo is going to put their company on the map."
A smile eased across my lips. "Thanks," I murmured, pride swelling in my chest.
We discussed the logo a little longer, before Avery asked, "Is Leo ready for the baby?"
I paused, a hand on my stomach, feeling the baby's kicks. "He's excited," I replied. "He keeps asking if his baby brother will have superhero powers."
Her laugh was like a balm to my soul. "Only if he's half
