Days passed quickly.
Then weeks.
Then months.
And slowly, life settled into a new rhythm again—this time shaped around Marian’s pregnancy.
Her first trimester wasn’t easy.
Morning sickness came without warning.
Some days it was mild.
Some days, it kept her in bed longer than she wanted.
There were cravings too—random, specific, and sometimes strange.
“I want mango… with salt,” Marian said one morning.
Daniel blinked.
“Mango… with salt?”
“Yes.”
“…Okay.”
He didn’t question it.
He just got up, grabbed his keys, and went out to find mango.
But more than anything—
There was rest.
A lot of it.
Not just prescribed by the doctor—
But strictly enforced by Daniel.
“You sit.”
“I’ve been sitting all day, Daniel.”
“Good. Continue sitting.”
Marian rolled her eyes.
But she didn’t
