Kaya’s POV
Kaya stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection with a sense of awe. Six months. Her belly was round, a constant reminder of the little life growing inside her, and despite everything she had endured, there was something powerful about this moment. She placed her hand gently on her bump, feeling the faintest flutter of movement. It always made her smile.
Freya entered the room, holding a tray of fruits, her usual brightness filling the space. "Well, well, well, look who's glowing," she teased, setting the tray down on the table beside Kaya. "You’re really embracing this pregnancy thing, aren’t you?"
Kaya rolled her eyes playfully. "It’s not like I have much choice," she laughed. "Besides, someone has to keep all of you busy. Otherwise, you'd be bored out of your
