Lyra's POV
I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers tracing the gentle curve of my growing bump. My baby chico. Soft and young. Growing well with enough healthy food but making my bladder feel like a train wreck.
The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan. As I rubbed my palms over the smooth skin, a wide grin spread across my face, warmth blossoming in my chest. Each day, my anticipation grew, bubbling up like a pot about to overflow.
In my mind's eye, I could see Dimitri's hands, strong yet tender, caressing my belly with a touch so delicate it felt like a whisper. His voice, low and soothing, filled my ears, telling our unborn child stories of the future. "You're going to be so loved," he'd say, his breath warm against my skin. Those moments were pure, filled w
