Naomi’s pov :
I sat nestled in my favorite armchair, the plush cushions cradling my growing bump, now a prominent swell under my loose maternity tunic, a constant reminder of the little life kicking away inside me. At nearly six months pregnant, fatigue hit in waves, but today I felt energized, inspired by the stack of baby books Rosa had left on the coffee table.
Knitting seemed like the perfect way to channel that, something handmade for our pup, a tangible piece of love in this whirlwind of wedding prep and pack duties.
I'd dug out a basket of soft yarns from the attic earlier: pastel blues and greens, nothing gender-specific since Elias and I had decided to wait for the surprise. The needles clicked rhythmically in my hands as I worked on a tiny blanket, the stitches simple
