Shay:
The drive back home felt like we were floating on a cloud of hope and quiet elation. I held the new sonogram photos in my hand—the tiny images of our little fighter, our love etched in black and white. Every time I glanced at them, my heart would swell with a mix of awe and trepidation. I couldn’t quite believe that such a small, delicate life was growing inside me, that one heartbeat on a screen whispering a future so full of promise.
Saint was driving, his focus on the road but his eyes soft whenever they would steal a glance over to meet mine. The familiar hum of his engine, the rhythmic passing of streetlights—it all blended together into a quiet, comforting lullaby that made the whole world seem manageable.
As we passed my favorite restaurant—a little hole-in-the-wall diner k
