Alessia:
My reflection barely felt like mine anymore.
I stood before the mirror, one hand resting instinctively on my stomach, the curve now impossible to ignore. My baby bump was round and full, unmistakable proof of time passing, of life growing whether the world was ready for it or not.
I exhaled slowly.
You’re really here, I thought. And for once, the thought didn’t terrify me. You are growing inside me, healthy and strong.
Of course, the baby would be. Sage muttered, making me smile. And to think that you wanted to spend your life…
“Do not remind me, Sage.” I said, stopping her.
A soft knock came at the door before it opened.
Sienna stepped inside, carrying a small wooden tray with a teapot and several neatly bundled herbs. Her presence was calm as ever, steady like the season
