Six months later, life feels like a different country.
Not a perfect one — not yet — but one where the air is finally breathable.
Amir says it’s because I’ve stopped waking up in a panic every night.
I say it’s because he’s healed just enough to fake not milking the sympathy anymore.
But he insists he’s not.
Then I insist he absolutely is.
Somewhere in the middle of all that bickering, we found out we’re expecting baby number two.
When I told him, his eyes filled and he cried softly.
When I told Elias, he fainted, overwhelmed by the weight of it all.
When I told Bodhi, he pulled me into a crushing bear hug and then promptly smacked Amir on the butt, telling him he’d done a good job.
But the best reaction came from Malik.
I knelt down, took his hands, and whispered, “You’re going
