♥ Amy ♥
New Year’s Eve morning was quiet for the first time in days. No doorbell, no timers, no overlapping family voices. Just pale light through the curtains and Caleb’s steady breathing beside me. I lay on my side and watched him for a moment, chest rising and falling, hair a total mess. Then my hand slid to my stomach. The curve there was small but real. One more New Year’s with just two of us, and then everything would change. I eased out of bed, dressed in a soft dress and leggings, and scribbled a note for Caleb so he wouldn’t worry when he woke. A few minutes later, I stepped out into the cool air with my scarf pulled tight and my thoughts on cupcakes and appointments and the small person growing inside me. Sweet Treats glowed against the dull sky, bright and warm. The bell chimed
