Natasha stood in front of the mirror, her fingers lightly grazing her now-visible baby bump.
An indescribable wave of emotion washed over her, a mixture of longing, sadness, and an ache she couldn’t quite put into words. She stared at her reflection, her thoughts lost in what could have been.
Would it have felt different if Roland were here? Would he have wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing soft kisses on her shoulder, whispering words of reassurance as his hands caressed her stomach?
The thought sent a dull ache through her chest.
She had never imagined herself walking this path alone. There was a time when she thought love would be enough to hold everything together, that Roland would be there when they built a family. But reality had torn through that dream like a blad
