°Amy’s POV°
The weeks went by faster than I thought they would.
Maybe it was because every day felt like a countdown, even when we pretended it wasn’t.
Christian was everywhere those days — fixing something around the house, running errands with Grandma Lydia, making jokes that didn’t always land but made me laugh anyway.
Sometimes I caught him staring at his acceptance letter again, folded neatly in his wallet like it was something sacred. He didn’t bring it up much, but I could tell he was proud. Nervous too. And honestly? I was both for him.
The baby had started kicking more often now, little nudges that came when I least expected them. He’d always stop whatever he was doing when I mentioned it…that the baby was kicking.
One day, we were sitting on the couch watching some random m
